Cancer survivor story

I am a "Cancer Survivor"! Yes I had stage 3 colon cancer and I truly feel that this was a spiritual battle that manifested, (became real) through my emotional turmoil that I could not release nor forgive on my own. I hated God and didn't want anything to do with Him, or "Our Lord Jesus Christ, churches or Christians". I felt that way for 28 years and I had built up a lot of anger, hatred, malice, bitterness, rebellion and vengefulness. Jesus Christ forgive me but these people need to know what could happen to there children at such vulnerable ages.

I hope my "cancer survivor story" will shed some light for you so that you can become more aware of what is going on in your Childs/ children's life. Now before we begin I would like to let you know that I have forgiven the man who beat me up, and humiliated me when I was a child. I ask daily, continuously, that God helps me to forgive him and to forgive me! My life changing spiritual battle began when I was 13 years old. When I was young I was overweight and very chubby in the belly and the face. On top of that ugly fat I also had bad acne covering my face. The other kids would really tease me, calling me pizza face, crater face, elephant man, flicking me in the ears, and some would actually step on my feet to try and knock me down from walking. I also was pigeon toed, my feet when I walked pointed inward.

Cancer survivor story

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Cancer survivor story

Unfortunately my fathers religion, thinking he was doing the right thing prevented me from fighting back. Fighting was illegal in our house and punishment would follow usually being grounded. I do not blame my Father or Mother because they were only doing what they thought was right from their upbringing! Anyway, my low self esteem was already deteriorating and pretty soon to be destroyed. We have always gone to church and I was even attending a Private Baptist school, "Baptist Park" for the sake of learning about God, Jesus Christ and Heaven. My parents wanted me to become more involved in the church hoping that it would break me free from my shyness and timid.

Church camp came around and my parents and aunts urged me to go since my cousins where going, my cousin had brought her boyfriend as well. So I was off to church camp for the first time. Now I was in a van with the Youth Pastor and his associate or assistant. Plus there where about 5 or 6 other kids on board, I remember their names: Tandy and Tracy Gilliam. Danny Harper, those are the ones I remember the most . All of them very rowdy and boastful about their character.

I was sitting in the floor of the van behind the passenger side and they began teasing me, remind you this was about a 4-6 hour trip going up north. They started off with the usual name calling, and then it went into the flicking of the ears and then humiliating me with real bad name calling. The youth pastor was laughing and actually started joining in with the others! As they started poking me, pointing there fingers at me in my face. I believe I finally had, had enough of it and started swinging my fist at them and the pastor told me to stop, that if I was to hit someone he'd leave me here on the side of the road. I started crying and they finally stopped picking on me. It seemed like an eternity getting to the camp and getting out of that van. I thought once we got to the camp everything would be okay: Praise the Lord this is my Cancer survivor story.

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