Category: [death moments]
Category: [death moments]
I went for my appt. for the mammagram and they came in and told me I probably had cancer and I needed to get help soon. Everything started and 2 months later, had the surgery. They found 2 bad cancers- Inter. Carcinoma and Mestastic Carcinoma. They did 5 treatments of chemo and 35 days of radiation. On the last chemo for the mestastic I was real sick and passed out at my daughters. Later, I went to the hospital cause I got scared of what was wrong. My blood and test showed I had a bad kidney infection by the time they started the IV my blood went to zero but I didnt have any fever. They said I was going to die by that weekend but they gave me 3 shots, 3 days in a row. I called everyone I could think of. People started coming from different churches that I knew including mine. I told the pastor Im scared to die. I have kids and grandkids. Well I starting getting better. Then about a week later I was home and took me about 3 months to get my strength but was improving every week. Im still here and im in remission. So far there is no cancer. Im blessed cause the Lord above knew I wasnt ready and he wasnt ready for me. He has plans for me. God is awesome~~~~~~~
I was 8 years old and I was sitting in my parents bedroom watching t.v. It was a Wednesday night and the rest of my family was at church. We lived in a house on the church parking lot (a parsonage) so all of my family was just about a 100 yards away inside the church. It was raining really hard and had been thundering extremely loud. So I am just chilling watching Saved By the Bell (not actually sure if that was on) when for no logical reason I got up from my chair, turned off the t.v., and walked into my brothers' room and turned on the t.v. to the same channel I was just watching in the other room. I know it doesn't make sense does it? Except for the fact that about 2 minutes after I left my parents room I heard a crazy loud crash in my parents room. I was pretty frightened, but me being the tough man I am, I ran over to see what this loud boom was. I peeked into my parents room and was amazed at what I saw. The entire room was destroyed and the whole roof had caved in. My immediate thought was lightning struck our house and blew up my parents room (remember I was only 8). So I ran into the kitchen where I was trying to call my mom, when all of the sudden my brother comes running in and he said "Did you see that? A car just went through our house!" He was walking through the parking lot when he saw a car fly uncontrollably through parking lot, over some bushes and into my parents bedroom. We went back to the room to assess the damage and check on the driver. I remember the first thing I saw when looking into the room this time was the chair that I was sitting in two minutes earlier was wedged between the car and the back wall. My poor little body would have been crushed. So now it all makes sense why I left my parents room to go watch the same exact episode in another room for no reason whatsoever. God was sparing my life. I have a purpose for my life and God wants me to fulfill that purpose. God showed me that day that He is very REAL and is in control of our lives. He does miraculous things like this in people's live everyday. HE IS AMAZING!
What do 21 year old guys qualify as "doing something stupid?" Excessive drinking? Premarital risky relations? Adrenaline seeking? Well how about trying to get into a locked apartment on the third floor? At 2:30 am I found myself locked out of my apartment with no chance of getting in until late the next day... but I had class that I absolutely had to get to at 9 a.m. So I decided to repel myself down from my friends' apartment above mine on the fourth floor. Their door was open and I was up alone in the apartment complex. No peer pressure, no discussion of my decision, all me. I must assume most of the readers of this are adults and as every adult in my life came to ask on cue I will preempt you all with an answer. I had 3 drinks over the course of a few hours and would not consider myself drunk by any means. However my decision making was obviously affected. Let's not make this a referendum on alcohol as it was a factor but not a cause. After securing the rope around myself and around the balcony railing I climbed over the railing to slowly lower myself one floor to slide into my balcony. I simply wasn't hanging more than a couple seconds before the cord I had used snapped under my weight. I began to fall from over 40-45 feet. I made an unsuccessful grab at the balcony below me and consequently could do nothing but wait until I hit the concrete below me. At this point, I was not really thinking about another student I knew of who two years ago had spent weeks in a coma after falling 2 stories onto his head. As I passed the second story, I felt the adrenaline come over me and everything slowed down. I only had one thought... "This is going to hurt." I landed on my right foot first and tried to brace myself with my hands behind me. I shattered my right heel. I broke my right wrist in two places. I broke my left wrist broke in about four places including a bone that had broken through the skin. I lay on the concrete broken and bleeding in shock. I managed to call two friends using my broken hand who were able to get me to a local hospital where I got surgery on my wrists right away (and my foot two weeks later). I had no head injuries or back injuries at all... A month later I was asked, "Did you ever think you were going to die?" I realized right then that I should have felt (and it would have been natural and instinctive) I wasn't going to survive the fall. It never once occurred to me I wouldn't survive the fall. I believe that was my faith on a subconscious level. I was a Christian before the fall and I am even more so after. This is the first real tangible comfort that believing in God has given me. I mentioned earlier halfway through the fall I had an experience?... After reflection and prayer, I know... I repeat I KNOW a divine power caught me and slowed my fall. There's no doubt in my mind God saved my life that day almost exactly two months ago. I've always found it hard to truly commit my life to my beliefs because faith is not a tangible concept. The only reason God would have saved me is because I have a purpose here on Earth. It wasn't my time. I pray for Him to give me guidance as to my purpose but until that day comes when I am called. I can take comfort in knowing I have been chosen to do his work in one way or another. I can also say I wont be missing any church anymore. Today, I only have one cast left on my left hand and I'm 5 weeks away from being able to walk again. No one close to me has judged my actions and I can't thank my friends and family enough for their support and maybe most of all the two surgeons who put me back together and who I owe more than just an extremely large hospital bill. I pray one day I can be as open with my parents about this accident as I have in this blog. (I can't bring myself to see their disappointed faces) I'm 21, I'm alive, I will make a full recovery, I've learned a lesson, and above I have something to do while I'm here.
I watched my mom fight brain cancer for 18 months. She didn't find God until late into her battle, but she loved Him deeply and followed Him faithfully. I didn't know what that meant until she passed away. Right when she passed, I saw all of the pain leave her face. I became overwhelmed with peace on the worst day of my life. It was then that I realized there is more to life. My mom died so that I would find God!
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