Nobody should ever doubt that in the washing of rebirth (Titus 3:5) absolutely all sins, from the least to the greatest, are altogether forgiven.
I'm in complete remission. I'm alive and well.
When I was 41, I found a lump the size of a grape in my right breast. I ended up bald, sick and exhausted from surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments. Ah, but I got to live.
If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.
Why did I write 'The Emperor of All Maladies?' A 56-year-old woman with an abdominal sarcoma, having undergone two remissions and a relapse, asked me to describe what she was battling. By the time I had finished answering her, I realised that I had written 600 pages.
I'm in remission. I need to get my physical conditioning to a higher level. I was always very fit. I need to get back to where I am very confident in my ability to bike a long way.
Cancer is tough. It is a relentless opponent that won't seem to go away.
I don't want to die until I see cancer cured.
It is by avoiding future sin that we retain a remission of the sins of the past.
That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.
The sin of slavery is one of which it may be said that without the shedding of blood there is no remission.
Most people think, "Life sucks, and then you die." I disagree. I think life sucks. Then you get cancer. Then you go into chemotherapy. You lose all your hair, you feel bad about yourself. Then all of the sudden the cancer goes into remission, and then all of the sudden you have a stroke. You can't move your right side. And then, maybe, you die.
I'm cancer-free right now. That's it.
It's a scary word, 'cancer.'
I beat a brain tumor.
I cannot escape the feeling that I was, at best, a cancer tourist, that my survival means I dabbled.
My mother is a two-time cancer survivor.
Yes, I had cancer. Right now, I am totally clean. The only realities in life are that you are born, and that you die.
Sin forsaken is one of the best evidences of sin forgiven.
The medication I had to take was a form of chemotherapy. You feel like death every day. No appetite. No energy. But the treatment worked. It cured my liver 80 per cent but compromised my kidneys.
What I've been telling people is that the doctors are gaining on cancer very rapidly. It's almost become a chronic disease, like diabetes - something you can treat. It doesn't go away, and you're not well in the sense of being over it, but you go on and live your life.
I was treated with a miracle drug, just like Lance Armstrong.
Whoever hates his sins will stop sinning; and whoever confesses them will receive remission. A man can not abandon the habit of sin if he does not first gain enmity toward sin, nor can he receive remission of sin without confession of sin. For the confession of sin is the cause of true humility.
I have been extremely lucky; I am a person who is currently living with a cancer that is under control.
MS is not really a degenerative illness. It is not fatal, nor is it always progressive.
