In 2016, I suddenly started throwing up blood in my office and was rushed to the hospital.
My wife had to authorize for me to undergo emergency surgery because doctors found tumors on my stomach that had burst...
and I was bleeding to death.
That was the scary beginning to my cancer journey.
At the time, I was 29 years old, just a few weeks away from my 30th birthday. My wife and I had our first child 2 months before this all happened.
I still remember the sinking feeling in my chest when the oncologist told me, “you have cancer…”
I didn’t want to accept the diagnosis.
In disbelief, I consulted two other doctors.
But despite my efforts, the diagnosis didn’t change...
I had cancer.
In desperation I took things into my own hands…
I researched natural remedies, I ate differently, I exercised, I tried to keep a positive mindset…
Most importantly, I sought after God. I grew closer to Christ in the midst of this life-threatening storm. I read God’s Word more. I prayed more. My faith grew more…
But almost exactly 1 year later, I ended up back in the hospital in worse health than when I first got diagnosed.
I remember laying on the hospital bed and my wife sitting down beside me…
A minister entered the room and began to pray for me, my wife, my (now) two sons…
I began to cry uncontrollably.
