I Thought Cancer Would Ruin Me, But It Gave Me a New Beginning
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I was 34 when I was diagnosed with Nasopharyngeal Carcinoma, a type of head and neck cancer behind the nose. But what hit me like a ton of bricks that day was the news that followed: my cancer had already advanced to stage 4A.
Help, My Body’s Out of Control!
I’m not sure how I got down this particular rabbit hole, but I ended up reading an article about body-focused repetitive behaviors (BFRBs). And what I read crushed me.
When Suffering Doesn’t Make Sense
In July, I received some bad news from relatives in Taiwan about my cousin. Her cancer had returned, and this time, it was terminal.
I was shocked to hear the news, since I had just recently seen her posting happy photos of her travels in Japan on social media.
Can Cancer Be Part of God’s Plan?
The three words you never want to hear: “Unfortunately, it’s cancer.”
I was 31 when I received my shock diagnosis. My husband and I had three small children, a mortgage, and I was working as a children’s pastor at my church.
3 Ways the Church Can Love the Disabled
“This might reflect my bias, but why should we care about people with disabilities?”
I was leading a Bible study on disability when someone unexpectedly asked me this. My heart sank.
When We Settle for Less Than Rest
I am as guilty as anyone of cramming way too much into my schedule. It’s not that I have a problem saying “no”—I do that regularly—it’s that I just enjoy living a full life.
When I Realized I Was Lukewarm
In 2012, I was in a near-fatal car accident and suffered extensive brain injury as a result. Up till then, I had been working as a family doctor in northwest Indiana, USA, for six years.
Surviving Traumatic Brain Injury: From “Why Me?” to “Why Not Me?”
When I was 16, everything in life was going well. I excelled in academics and sports (Judo), and I had a promising future ahead of me. Yet, my triumphant days came to a cruel and abrupt halt on April 20, 2010.
The Day I Realized Looks Aren’t Everything
It wasn't until I faced the operating table that I realized the one thing I treasured the most was a functioning, healthy body.