• Does anyone else feel closer to God after diagnosis?

    Asked by Carol-Charlie on Thursday, January 31, 2013

    Does anyone else feel closer to God after diagnosis?

    I know He has guided me my entire life, sometimes I didn't follow.

    17 Answers from the Community

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    • SueRae1's Avatar

      interesting question. I was angry at G-d and asked "why does G-d" hate me, especially after I got the metastasized breast cancer diagnosis's last May, this came on top of my active treatment of Advanced Kidney Cancer - which was diagnosed in 2009.
      In some respects I do feel closer to G-d, in that I feel I live in an age of Miracles, and that I responding to treatment, and doing well and everything was caught early and has not spread beyond my liver.

      over 3 years ago
    • Carol-Charlie's Avatar

      I can understand the anger. I think after years (many more years than a young person like you) I've come to know that He does all things for a reason. The worst things, the most painful things in my life (no illness) were from poor decisions that I myself made. The time I asked "Why me?" was when I realized I was cancer free and alive and others who had traveled with me were gone or not doing well.

      If it helps you at all to know this. I totally believe that what God allows to happen to us is ultimately for good. And Yes He does still do miracles!!!

      over 3 years ago
    • Mel's Avatar

      I liked both your comments!.. I believe in God, believe in Miracles. I don't know that I feel closer. I never did the why me etc.. I just always felt and feel that all things do happen for a reason. :)

      over 3 years ago
    • Nancebeth's Avatar

      I didn't believe in God before I got cancer and I still don't, but I know many people do and their belief gets them through. To each their own, I always say.

      over 3 years ago
    • derbygirl's Avatar

      I have to admit at first I was angry. Then I remembered what my Grandmother always told me, that God only gives you what you can handle. At that point, I thought God must think I'm a really strong person because not only was I given a cardiac problem to deal with but also cancer. I grew up in a multi-religious family. My Great-grandparents were Irish Catholic, my Grandmother was Lutheran, and my Grandfather was Quaker. I was raised by my grandparents who gave me the ability to explore every religion in my family. In fact, my great uncle was the first Irish Catholic Priest who became a Cardinal in the Roman Catholic Church. Needless to say when it came to religion, I sometimes was confused. I went to midnight mass, attended a Lutheran bible school and was raised in the Quaker Church in Lancaster County PA. Then my grandfather took me to see his friend who was Native American who made sense to me. He said if you have to go into a church to find God, you have a problem. He told me to find a place where I find total peace and serenity and that is where I will be able to hear God's message. That is what I do to this day. My place is on a beach, watching out at the ocean. I feel closer to God and can hear his message for me. Find your place of peace and serenity and listen carefully and the answers will come to you.

      over 3 years ago
    • Carol-Charlie's Avatar

      To clarify my comment. I never asked Why me? due to getting cancer, I asked him "Why Me?" as a survivor. I wrote this poem, as his reply was "Why Not?" I wrote the poem differently, but I do recall a whirl of my husband, our children, our grandchildren, ....... wizzzing through my brain as I figured out it was Ovarian Cancer on my own. No one... REALLY no one ever said the words to me. My doctor, with tears streaming from her eyes only said.. "You KInow" and I said yes. I still hear my Tom saying... "Know What????" - I turned to him and said. I have ovarian Cancer. I still see his pain .

      Here it is:

      Why Me?
      by Carol Notermann

      The tech had said excuse me. I’ll be back in just a bit.
      I lay there with my hand in God’s, and hoped this wasn’t it.
      A man walked in “to take a look” and it was then I knew
      That this cancer that I feared, was now in my life too.

      “OH GOD! WHY ME? I’m so not brave.”
      I screamed inside my brain.
      My family, my life, came rushing by –
      Like a loud and speeding train.

      I turned to God, still holding tight the hand that held to mine.
      And then the Lord did answer; His answer was sublime.
      “WHY NOT?” He said - as he still held tightly to my hand.
      “I’ll never let you go! See there are my footprints in the sand.”

      And together we did walk through those next two busy years.
      He gave me a special doctor. A doctor without fears.
      I listened and followed the doctor. His smile was warming to see.
      He and the staff at that clinic, were smiling always at me.

      And soon came the words I had prayed for, the words that filled me with glee.
      “You Carol are a “survivor”. All tests show you’re still cancer free.”
      I smiled and I laughed and I hugged, this doctor who God blessed with skill.
      There are no good words to thank him, but I know in prayer that I will.

      Then my mind went to the others, the ones who fought till the end.
      They fought quietly, valiantly - then went home to the Lord in the end.
      “OH GOD! WHY ME?” Why have I been so blessed? Why me?
      “WHY NOT?” was His simple response, and His Glory was all I could see.

      over 3 years ago
    • Joachima's Avatar

      I was always rather close to God - I lead the worship (song service) and I head up all the special music / arts events at our church. Although I never asked, "why me?," I think I can describe myself as numb through treatment. I tried to pray & read my bible, but couldn't concentrate (chemo brain?). I wanted to write (I'm a Christian songwriter), but couldn't find the words or the strength. I did find comfort in knowing that there were many people that were praying for me - so good to know when I had a difficult time praying for myself. I still believed, and I was not angry, just numb. Through treatment, I visualized God carrying me, like the infamous Footprints picture. I knew that He was with me, and it was He who gave me strength each day, and it was He that even gave me breath - even on those nights when I felt as though it might be the end. I knew (and I know) this by faith, and not by what I felt. I felt numb, but the truth is that God never left me and carried me the whole way through. So, in answer to your question, I did not feel closer but in fact "felt" further away, but I did not give in to my feelings, but allowed my faith to kick in. After treatment was over, this overwhelming numb feeling lifted. Praise God! Oh, I'm writing again and I "feel" alive on the inside. Now I not only know scriptures, but I have lived them. So I am closer to God through all of this. I believe that God did not give me cancer, but what the devil meant to harm & destroy me, God has turned completely around for my good. Wonderful poem, Carol-Charlie, thank you so much for sharing it.

      over 3 years ago
    • Cindy's Avatar

      Yes, I never asked why me. I only said why not me? I've been very blessed and thankful for what I have. I did not fear death. I only prayed that the journey would not be painful. Anytime any pain started to become unbearable, I prayed and the pain started going away. It has been about 2 years now that I have had no evidence of cancer. Praise God!

      My husband is much closer to God also. He prayed for strength when I was getting my surgery in a hospital 3-1/2 hours away from our home. An elder we just met at a church we visited the previous day came right after that prayer. He said that he canceled all his appointments that morning because he felt God told him to be with my husband. He kept my husband company the whole time during my surgery.

      over 3 years ago
    • Carol-Charlie's Avatar

      To lighten up a bit. I must share how my brother cured me from cancer......... I am forbidden to talk about my faith with my brother. He blows up, hangs up. or I don't hear from him for months. Thus back in January of 06 I called him down in Texas and told him my DX. He was quiet. He said. You're all I have left. I pointed out he has three children... but he kept repeating it. Along with "don't leave". I asked him to pray for me. I told him I needed him to. Time passed... two years... I called to tell him that the PET CT Scan was showing no sign of cancer.

      It was quiet... then he said. "You know I saved you?..." I asked "How"... He said. "God was so surprised to hear from me... he granted my request to heal you".... I told him thank you.

      over 3 years ago
    • carm's Avatar

      Carol, what an interesting question and the responses to date have been very heartfelt and enlightening. I am not a patient so I cannot answer from that perspective, however as a nurse in oncology and especially in end of life care, I always found that patients turn to their faith at diagnosis and throughout treatments. Yet when in their final days of life, no one mentions it, and I have had both nuns and priests as end of life patients, but in those last days, it never comes into play. I have always found that intriguing. That has been the perspective from the foot of the bed. Great question though, Carm RN.

      over 3 years ago
    • Carol-Charlie's Avatar

      Carm, I have found in high stress times in my life that once I reach out for the Lord... I receive a peace beyond definition. For instance once, when my sons were playing football in high school, Tom and I were a bit late to the game. We sat and I looked around .and The activity was at one end of the field. A player was down on the field and the coaches were gatherd. The player was wearing purple and in my confusion I felt it was a member of the other team. (Our team wore purple at away games and white at home games.) They rolled the player onto a canvas stretcher and brought him across the field and laid him down where I could see them. He was number 57. He was my son. I don't know how I got down there but Jim looked up and saw me.. his eyes were not focusing, but he smiled and said "Im okay mom". I answered Yes I know you are. I could see as they did tests... he was paralized... his arms and hands just dropped when lifted and released. The ambulance sirens came screaming in. The EMT's ran to us and looked at each other and asked "Why did you move him?" They responded they wanted to get him out of the wind. The EMT's gave each other that look. I hadn't noticed but no one had braced his head... OMG! They carefully secured his neck.. leaving his helmet on and and then braced and gently rolled him onto the hard stretcher. We were at the hospital in mere momments. It was a blur... Someone - a doctor - wanted a XXX driver. He removed the facemask from the helmet, in order to check his eyes, and .... I stood there smiling at Jim and assuring him he'd be fine. This tiny nurse looked up at me and said.... "You have to leave now".... I told her no... this was my son.. She pulled herself up to about 6'4" and said. "My name is Vickie, I am his nurse. We need to work, you will go to the waiting room and we'll bring you news."

      As I turned to walk out I silently aske God to 'stand in for me'. I said... I know you love him even more than me. He's only 14, please Lord heal him and let him be all right. and I left. I know you don't know me, but am a very determined person. From the momment I said my silent prayer a peace came over me. I knew no matter what... things woud be fine. I knew it totally. A few hours later Vickie came back and said. "You can come see him now"... As she walked with me she said... "He's fine"... His spinal cord was 'tramatized'... but if he wears the brace as direced for a while he'll be fine. We walked into what looked like an operating room and Jim raised his head and reached out with his arm - smiled and said. "Where's Tom?"... Tom came around me and we all hugged him and cried happy happy tears.

      Thus, I think what you see at the end of someone's life Carm... is the peace that they are truly going home.

      over 3 years ago
    • GypsyJule's Avatar

      Like many people, there have been times in my life that I've questioned my faith. I do think my diagnosis has made my faith stronger. It took me a long time to pray after I was diagnosed. I never felt mad, and also never thought, "why me?", but I just couldn't bring myself to pray. I don't think I knew what to say. I have made some horrible decisions in my life, but the decisions I made that led up to my diagnosis were all good, and I believe some of them spared me from a worse outcome, or a later diagnosis that might have let things spread further. I know that God guided me in those decisions.

      As more of my friends and family knew about my fight with cancer, more and more people told me they were praying for me. My mom started going to daily Mass. I finally figured out what I needed to say to God, and was able to pray again. (Not without tears, sometimes.) So, yes, I do feel closer to God since my diagnosis, and I believe more in the power of prayer.

      over 3 years ago
    • Brielle's Avatar

      Throughout my journey, God has provided me a sense of peace. Even when the news has not been good, He has provided me the strength and determination to continue. I also feel God has a plan in all this and that He will continue to use me to do His work serving other people. It has been amazing to meet all the new compassionate people along the way.

      over 3 years ago
    • Carol-Charlie's Avatar

      Brielle... God bless you I do totally understand you're words. When told I only had 6 months to live... I thought.. okay it's February... it will be warm the kids and Tom won't be freezing out in the cold. (we live in Minnesota).... However that was just over 7 years ago... He's still holding my hand and guiding me to where He wants me to be.

      over 3 years ago
    • po18guy's Avatar

      My faith had been building for several years before cancer arrived. Looking back, I see that the Lord was preparing me for what lay ahead. I have not been angry a single moment, since I expected to be diagnosed at some point in my life. 60% of my dad's side fell to cancer, so it was almost a foregone conclusion. So, when it arrived, it was not the crushing defeat that it might have been. I saw it rather as a challenge to be faced. Faith sustained me through the thick of it and faith sustains me still. I must credit the prayers of many on my behalf for the mercy that I have received. A belief in the next life has made all of the difference in the world for me. We all are approaching that door marked "death" but, once we open it, we can see that it reads "life" on the other side. Yet, we hesitate to approach it. My diagnosis made me take note of my life - how it had been slipping, sand-like, through my fingers almost unnoticed. Now, I pay attention. Cancer has become a blessing inasmuch as my relationship with my wife has deepened and I have an appreciation for each day. I give thanks each morning before my feet touch the floor. Even suffering has taken on a new and redemptive meaning. It has purpose, both in time and eternity. We see that faith is much discussed these days, and often in a negative light. Yet, faith works each time it is tried with a loving heart. The problem for so many is that faith is not untrue, it is simply untried.

      over 3 years ago
    • carm's Avatar

      Carol, although I would love to think that what they experience in the end is the peace of knowing they are going home, the facts as they are related to me say otherwise. I cannot repeat what is said but I can say that every patient regardlesss of age or culture says the same thing and it has more to do with power than peace. It is a necessary final step in the process. Still, your story of yur son's injury must have been so traumatic for you and I couldn't imagine what that must have been like. Thank goodness it turned out fine, Carm.

      over 3 years ago
    • Ovc's Avatar
      Ovc (Best Answer!)

      with out a dout! 0:)

      over 3 years ago

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