A few weeks ago I was in my school's parking lot on my way to class when I received a phone call from an unknown number. On the other end I was greeted by a familiar voice, it was Dr. Choi my Oncologist. He called to inform me my PET scan came in negative, all signs of cancer had diminished like air and he was going to refer me to a Radiologist.
I wasn't sure whether to cry or to start getting busy by thanking God for the blessing. I called my father immediately, its the easiest way to spread the news, besides I had a test in twenty minutes. When I had my first meeting with my radiologist he mentioned how Lymphoma has a very high recurrence rate. He also mentioned how even though I am in the ten year program to be periodically checked for new signs of cancer, I should surpass that and do at least twenty years; I take that suggestion as to do it the rest of my life.
I was reminded of that earlier today and that is why I am writing about it. I didn't quite process the meaning of that, from day two I have been nonchalant about the whole ordeal, always having faith that God would heal me. I have two choices to live by for the rest of my life; one being I can always stay fearful for a recurrence in my thyroid or lymphnode, or I can live like cancer has given me my last days.
Most people I have come across swear that God would never purposely put any disease or death upon one of his children. I beg to differ, since I have left my Christian high school, away from chapel on Wednesdays and daily devotions with my classmates, I have strayed with an absent mind from God. As for the severity of this common human fault, I am unsure. Yet, I believe this cancer was a sign from God that will echo through the rest of my life with every check-up. He gave me the strength to endure, as well as the family and friends to help along the way. He doesn't want to see me stray, —for you shall not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God” (Exodus 34:14).
