On Oct 23, 2004 I was diagnosed
with AML3 at Harris Southwest Hospital near south Fort Worth, Texas.
From approximately 2000 I had
been sick with all kind of aliments that no doctor could identify from where it
came. Then after visiting my father’s grave to place a medal I petitioned for him
during his Air Force days on his marker, I started to bleed
uncontrollably from my eyes and anus.
Later after returning home and
sleeping for 2 days went back to the doctor and they ran test and was referred
to Dr. Barrera of Texas Oncology. It was
his team that kept me alive through creative treatments of chemo, experimental
chemo and radiation.
This took care of me medically but
it was my son Bryan and fellow service-persons in the CAP that kept my spirits up. They came from all over to visit (two were
serving in Germany in the USAF and came to Texas for training, herd of my
illness and came to see me)
While
that nourished some of my emotional needs there was one very lacking
requirement for my health. My soul was
empty, and that is when He (the Lord) allowed me to allow Him in. After that was when I knew all things were
possible.
I was not expected to live beyond
3 months and so far keep proving them wrong…because of the gifts the Lord
granted Dr. Barrera's team in keeping me alive.
To them, I owe my life;
to the Lord I owe my soul.
Keep the faith, and never give up
the good fight.
Chevy (DHC)
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