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pancreas." At first, I was not alarmed as my mind went, 'Do
research. You can beat this one!' But as I researched, my
hopes got dimmer. Pancreatic cancer is an invasive c that
has no known cure. An Aunt recently passed away within a
couple of months after diagnosis. A famous advanced
thinker also succumbed to pancreatic c. With my symptoms
getting vivid, I knew I had the c. I got worried sick. Worse,
I couldn't get an appointment to see an Oncologist because
of the long waitlist. If I wait, I'll be gone before the end of
the year! I could not and should not wait. I was deteriorating,
so, as advised by a concerned Aunt, a retired Nurse
Manager, I requested to be referred to another Specialist
outside the system.
So, I was scheduled for an abdominal CT scan and had a
Tele-consultation with a Specialist. I fasted for 12 hours, but
upon registration, I was told my name was not on the list! I
tried to reason with the medical staff but to no avail. I had to
reschedule. No walk-ins! I went home hungry, angry, and
frustrated! A debilitating migraine was starting. I had to
calm down, so I went to my cool Private Room, switched on
the light, and slunk in the covered seat with a deep sigh.
"Dear God, please help!" Then, the verse above the light
switch called out to me!
Psalm 91! I read it, reread it, and declared it out loud. Then
I prayed, "Dear God, why was I so blind? You have given
me my Salvation through the Big C, Christ! Dear Father
Almighty, I claim Your protection now! And thank You for
letting me know You." Soon, I got a call for the CT Scan
appointment. On the same day, the Oncologist called me to
assure me that the suspected CA was benign. A repeat MRI
every two years is recommended to monitor any changes. I
was so thankful. Deep within, I acknowledge that the Big C,
Christ, conquered the small c of Susana!

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