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Originally Posted by Lonewolf Ed

My cajones are nothing to boast of these days, but I know what you meant! Early on after my diagnosis, I told the doctor that I could just put my 9mm to my head or swan dive off of the roof of a parking lot, but I am a Christian and do not want the last thing I do on this earth to be a sin. I never really prayed so much for being cured but mostly that I would be granted to keep my faith no matter what lay ahead, because if I do that to the end, then I win this war with cancer. It dies when I die and in my mind I will be the one who kills it. I won't let the cancer see me die. As far as I am concerned, it will go first, I will take steps in victory away from its foul carcass in defiance and victory before I drop over. Once I cross over, I know that the reason why I went through what I did will be made known to me and I will then say, "Oh, now I understand. Thank you, Father, for putting that task upon me and I pray that I have pleased You in how I dealt with it."

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