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I will keep on praying for you, giznort.

roylene and I have corresponded via FReepmail, because I found her post about being a 17-year survivor of ovarian cancer fascinating, and wanted to know more. I think her story might encourage you and I think she is willing to share it here on the forum. Would you mind writing it again here, roylene?

It is very true that we walk by faith and not by sight.

When I turned 40 I was pregnant, I miscarried and developed an infection. I was in the hospital for 6 days trying (doctors and prayer) to get over it. Nothing they tried could get rid of the infection. I thought I was going to die. It was at that time the doctors said I needed a complete hysterectomy. When they did a routine pathology the doctors found ovarian cancer. (My youngest daughter told me that this child gave his life so I could live. I love the way children think and view the world.)
Anyway, the 2c refers to how the cancer (any cancer) is rated for severity. Starting with 1abc, 2abc, 3abc, 4, and then terminal. I really cannot remember the names of the drugs I had. But the treatment was for six months of chemotherapy. After two treatments and not tolerating them well I stopped. I knew the common reactions to the drugs, nothing that was supposed to happen happened. The doctors could not even believe my reactions and symptoms.
I am a Christian and believe in the power of prayer for healing. My youngest daughter was only 6 years old, my mom had died when I was 11 and my brother was 6 and does not remember her well at all. So I was determined not to have this disease take me.
I began praying and asking for guidance. The chemotherapy was killing me, and I knew that if I continued that the chemo was going to kill me before the cancer. On day while I was deep in prayer and study I heard and audible voice say "take no more treatments, there is no cancer".
I made an appointment with my doctor and told him I was stopping chemo. His response was "you will be dead in 6 months if you stop. You are a victim and don't forget it". After using the f word to him, I walked out of his office called my insurance provide and said give me another doctor, they did. This doctor said, he would do whatever I wanted to do, the choices were mine.
So on August 1, 2003 I hit 17 years. When I see the first doctor I always wave and say, "Remember me?"
So that is my story.
I thank God for my healing daily and my son who gave up his life for me to find the cancer.
Feel free to write anytime.