When God & Cancer Meet: True Stories of Hope and Healing

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A book of powerful stories about cancer patients and their families who have been touched by God in miraculous ways—some in their bodies, others in their minds, all in their spirits—offers inspiring testimony that, when God and cancer meet, cancer is conquered. The author, herself a cancer survivor, gives us a behind-the-scenes glimpse of 18 personal encounters with God.

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Overview

A book of powerful stories about cancer patients and their families who have been touched by God in miraculous ways—some in their bodies, others in their minds, all in their spirits—offers inspiring testimony that, when God and cancer meet, cancer is conquered. The author, herself a cancer survivor, gives us a behind-the-scenes glimpse of 18 personal encounters with God.

Here's what others are saying about When God & Cancer Meet:
“Lynn has captured the essence of hope in this book; captured hope in ways that I have always taught in my professional world as well as in my spiritual community. This book is a treasure to those who struggle with the fears of cancer and I want to keep it close at hand for those reasons.”

Judy Lentz, RN, MSN, OCN, NHA
Executive Director, Hospice and Palliative Nurses Association

“I co-lead a cancer support group at my church, and we have been looking for “just the right book” to study and discuss. Guess what?! Lyn wrote it! I was truly touched by all the stories; of course being a cancer-survivor myself, I saw myself in one of the stories, as if Lyn were writing my own personal story. I was truly impressed with the way she incorporated scripture, and God's viewpoint into every story. I think that is of utmost importance for anyone facing this disease.
Lyn's book is “Real-Life”; some quickly are healed of the cancer, some deal with it over a prolonged period, some deal with recurrences, some, mercifully, die rather quickly. I share Lyn's belief that GOD sometimes chooses to heal in different ways: physically, emotionally and spiritually.
In the process of surviving a primary brain tumor, surgery, Chemo, and radiation, I gave my life to Christ, realizing that my physical health was not GOD's main concern, my Spiritual health was the biggest victim of a disease that needed attention and this was the way He FINALLY got my attention. Lyn's book alludes to this fact in every one of her stories. In this day and age that we are living, where it is against the rules to even mention GOD ( unless we mention His name in vain) it is refreshing to have a book written, praising Him for His care and concern for us; written by a woman who has experienced the disease firsthand, and continues to minister to others with cancer, and to work for a Doctor! who isn't ashamed of his Faith ! WOW!!
Obviously, Lyn's book has my highest reccomendation, and my support group will be purchasing multple copies, and we plan to invite Lyn to speak with us. Lyn is a wonderful person, and I thank God for allowing our paths to cross. I'm sure this book will touch many lives,and give many a new perspective and hope with their cancer.”

Chris Winand, cancer survivor Tyndale House Publishers

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780842370158
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 7/28/2002
  • Pages: 200
  • Sales rank: 141,482
  • Product dimensions: 5.54 (w) x 8.27 (h) x 0.57 (d)

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When God & Cancer Meet

True Stories Of Hope And Healing
By Lynn Eib

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2002 Lynn Eib
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0842370153


Chapter One




HAD YOU SEEN me that late June morning in 1990, you would have thought me the picture of perfect health. Dressed in soft yellow, with my waist-length brown hair glistening in the summer sun and my smile radiating the deep happiness I felt, I was sure the colonoscopy test would confirm only a diagnosis of ulcerative colitis.

After all, I was only thirty-six. I didn't smoke or drink. I had exercised faithfully for several years, and I ate like a health nut. I had attributed occasional blood in my stool to an old pregnancy hemorrhoid and the occasional bowel irregularity to something I had eaten.

But when the gastroenterologist came to my bedside in outpatient surgery with the results of the procedure, both my husband Ralph and I knew immediately that something was wrong.

"We found a tumor," he said, simply.

With those four words, my world turned upside down. There was a pause that seemed to last forever. No one spoke, and no one looked at anyone else.

"Do you think it's cancer?" I finally blurted out.

The doctor nodded affirmatively as his eyes filled with tears.

I can still see Ralph's ashen face as he stood at the end of the hospital gurney. This was his worst nightmare revisited. Some twenty years earlier, when Ralph was only a newlywed, a doctor had diagnosed his first wife with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's disease), which is incurable.

"No!" I yelled, over and over, as if somehow the force of my words could make this nightmare not true. I sobbed and sobbed, eventually hyperventilating. The doctor motioned to the nurse to give me more intravenous sedative. I kept thinking how all the nurses would go home and tell their families about the patient who "lost it" today.

But I didn't really care what they thought. After all, I was the one with cancer. And my tears were the only way to express my feelings at that moment-for me, for our three daughters, and for my husband. Though as a journalist, words were my business, no words could fully capture the moment. Shocked and devastated were too mild. It was as if someone had hit me between the eyes with a brick and I was afraid to get back up for fear they would hit me again.

I had never given cancer a second thought. No one in my immediate family or our very large extended family had battled the "Big C." Some of my friends seemed constantly worried about getting cancer, including one who often called me with her "lump of the month" story.

But not me. I had been confident it wasn't going to happen to me. People with cancer look sick or at least feel sick, don't they? And, after all that Ralph had endured already, could such a serious disease strike another spouse? The odds were against it. Weren't they?

"Do you have a surgeon?" the gastroenterologist inquired.

"No," I muttered. Do people have surgeons in the same way they have hairdressers? "I've only been in the hospital to give birth."

He said he would arrange a consult.

The half-hour ride home was the longest and quietest of our sixteen years of married life. There was nothing my husband could have said to make me feel any better, unless he could have told me that the entire thing had been a terrible mistake, the diagnosis a lie.

Five days later I had surgery to remove the tumor and resection the colon. I was told that if the cancer had been caught in the early stage, I would be considered cured and need no further treatment. But if it had advanced to the lymph nodes or beyond, I would have at best a 50 percent chance of surviving with the help of chemotherapy and/or radiation.

I begged God for the former. I endlessly explained to Him why that would be so much better.

Three days later, at 7 A.M., the surgeon and his resident delivered the pathology report. I could tell from their body language that the news wasn't good. They stood against the wall at the end of my hospital bed, as far away from me as they could get and still be in the same room.

"Cancer was found in five of twenty lymph nodes," the surgeon explained matter-of-factly. "You will need chemotherapy and radiation."

Again I cried, but no one moved toward me to comfort me.

"Have you ever known anyone who underwent chemotherapy?" he asked, seeming to grasp for words in order to continue the conversation.

I nodded, recalling a fourteen-year-old girl who had died from bone cancer and a young mother who had died with a brain tumor. Their images flooded my mind. Again, I hyperventilated.

Still, neither doctor moved toward me, but instead the surgeon called a nurse to help me breathe into a little paper bag. How I wished the doctor had at least held my hand for a moment or just patted my shoulder and told me that this was not an automatic death sentence.

"Do you want me to call your husband?" the doctor asked, still at the foot of my bed. I nodded between sobbing gasps into my little brown bag.

Now I was really frightened. I desperately needed Ralph. But, for whatever reason, the surgeon did not call him. So for three hours I lay in the room thinking about what it was going to be like to have chemotherapy pour through my veins. I had a little conversation with myself as I tried to control my weeping.

Get a grip on yourself, my head told my heart. What are you so afraid of? Nausea and vomiting? You were sick night and day for six months with all three of your pregnancies. Mouth sores? You've had them before. Needles? You're not afraid of them. Losing your hair? It'll grow back. Don't be so vain, my head stated matter-of-factly. But my heart didn't buy it. I just cried harder as I stroked the hair that I desperately wanted to keep.

Yes, that's what I'm afraid of, I admitted. I don't want to look sick for my children and my husband. I can't imagine watching my hair fall out. I disliked the vanity of my feelings, but it was how I felt.

I finally called Ralph at 10 A.M. I was shaking so badly my voice was barely audible, and he kept asking me to repeat everything.

"It's bad," I told him. "I need you right away."

I couldn't even get my lips to form the word chemotherapy. The fear of facing that, for me, was worse than the initial shock of cancer.

Ralph arrived shortly. At about noon the surgeon strolled in and said he had just tried to call my husband but there was no answer. "By the way," he added, "did I mention that you won't lose your hair with the chemo?"

I didn't know whether to hug him or smack him.

Baldness or not, this nightmare was not going away. I became consumed with thinking about dying. Almost any personal question made me cry, especially anything that reminded me of our daughters, then eight, ten, and twelve years old. Will I see them grow up? How will they make it without me?

Lying in that bed, I had lots of time to talk with God, whom I thought had made a big mistake in my life. I told Him so in no uncertain terms. I knew the promise in the Bible in Romans 8:28 that says He will cause all things to work together for good, but I also knew that this promise sometimes can take a while to happen, and I wasn't interested in waiting that long. I told God I didn't want Him to make something good come out of the nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Instead, I wanted Him to take it away.

"You are making a really big mistake here," I fumed. "There's absolutely nothing You can ever do to make up for this because it is too awful. And don't think You are going to pull me through this somehow and I'm going to go and minister to cancer patients, because I won't do it!"

I think He must have smiled at me like a knowing mother does with a rebellious toddler at bedtime.

Three weeks after surgery I started weekly chemotherapy with Dr. Marc Hirsh, an oncologist in Hanover, Pennsylvania. I had met Dr. Hirsh the previous summer when he had visited the church my husband pastors. More recently, we had renewed our acquaintance when I had done a feature story for the local newspaper about a new cancer support group at the hospital. I knew he was a Messianic Jew-a Jew who believed in Jesus (Yeshua) as the promised Messiah.

I wanted Dr. Hirsh and his faith on my healing team. I had no idea that I would one day end up on his healing team-but that's getting ahead in my story.

I had never really minded needles, but the chemo needle was a different story. My veins would move and the nurse would fish around inside my arm. I felt sick before the drugs even started. The drug combination I was getting was not as toxic as most chemo regimes. It usually took weeks for patients to feel any side effects, I was told.

Not so with me.

I felt sick from the onset, but the antinausea medicine made me so sleepy I couldn't function, so I chose to be sick instead. (Thankfully, antinausea drugs that don't cause drowsiness are now available!)

I developed mouth sores. I was terribly fatigued. My taste buds were shot. I lost twenty pounds.

Even water made me nauseated, and the outside air smelled so bad some days that I had to hold my nose just to walk outside.

On top of all that, I was allergic to the main drug. My nose ran constantly and my eyes watered profusely. (The chemo scarred my tear ducts so severely that my right eye continues to water to this day despite two surgeries to correct the problem.)

The palms of my hands and the soles of my feet turned flame red and felt like they were on fire.

My joints swelled so much that I could hardly bend my fingers, and I had to walk on the sides of my feet some days.

Three times the skin peeled off my feet.

I experienced just about every possible side effect from the chemo. All the while, I knew that hundreds of people in sixteen states were praying for me. So, it seemed logical, at least to my emotional self, to ask God why everything was so hard.

"Why aren't things going easier for me?" I cried out. "Would it be too much to ask to feel normal again for just a couple of hours?" But I heard only silence from heaven.

At that time, the treatment for colon cancer was weekly for a year (with a break every few weeks). About five months into my treatments, I was driving to my oncologist's office and talking to God.

"I don't think I can take this anymore," I told Him. (I figured that since He knew even my thoughts, I might as well say them out loud and get them off my chest.)

"I've been praying to You and lots of people have been praying to make this easier on me, but it's getting worse. I'm not a quitter, so I'll keep going. But I don't know if I can take another seven months of this," I said as the salty tears rolled down my cheeks.

When I got into the doctor's office that day, he examined my hands and feet and said, "I don't think you can take much more of this. Let's get you through another month. I think if the chemo is going to work, it's had enough time to do so. Besides, I think the studies will eventually show that six months is enough for this treatment." (He was right-standard treatment for colon cancer is now only six months.) So I hung on, finishing my chemo in February 1991.

When I returned for my first checkup in May, I was the only person in the chemo room who wasn't there for a treatment that day. I knew I should feel happy that I had finished treatment, but I didn't. As I looked around that room of people in recliners hooked up to poles with saline-solution bags, I was overcome with sadness. Some of them looked so thin and ill, and others looked so tired and afraid. I began to weep.

I wanted to take away their pain, but I couldn't. I wanted to give them peace, but I couldn't.

Then God spoke to my heart: "But you know the One who can, and you can tell them about Me."

"But I just want to put all this behind me and go on with my life," I argued. "Besides, I don't want to hang around people with cancer. It will be depressing and they'll die and I can't handle it. I won't do it."

A few weeks later, however, I came up with an idea that I figured would suit both God and me: I would start a cancer support group, and God would have to let me live because everyone in that group would need me!

But as I spent time each day praying to God, He reminded me that He doesn't play "Let's Make a Deal." He wanted me to get involved-no guarantees.

If you've ever sensed God wanted you to do something, but you were reluctant, you probably also know you didn't have any peace until you said yes.

Finally, like a pouting child, I gave in: "I'll do it, but I won't like it," I told Him, temporarily forgetting that my primary concern was to obey, and He would take care of the rest.

I started the Cancer Prayer Support Group in October 1991 with four people. My intent was to have a one-hour, once-a-month meeting. That shouldn't be too depressing, I figured.

But almost immediately I could see that the people coming to the group needed more support than that. Not only that, but I found that I actually felt better after the meetings rather than worse. So we started meeting twice a month and have been doing so ever since. And guess what soon became a great source of joy in my life-the support group! As the months rolled by, I secretly began to pray that I would be able to quit my job and volunteer with cancer patients full-time.

In July 1995, on the fifth anniversary of my cancer surgery, I told our congregation how God had blessed me through my cancer experience-through my friends in the support group and through Marc Hirsh and his wife, Elizabeth, who had become very close friends and prayer partners with my husband and me.

I concluded with this sentence: "Someday I hope I can quit my job and minister full-time, sharing God's peace and love with cancer patients."

I knew it was an unrealistic wish-there was no way financially that we could afford for me to quit my job and volunteer. But less than a year later, my prayer became a reality when Marc asked to meet with Ralph and me. He said he had been praying about something and felt it was the right time to ask.

"Would you join our clinical staff, ministering to the emotional and spiritual needs of our cancer patients and their families?" he said. "I will match whatever you're making at your present job."

I tried to sound very spiritual. "I'll pray about it," I said.

But Ralph gave me an incredulous look and said, "You've been praying about this for a year.

Continues...


Excerpted from When God & Cancer Meet by Lynn Eib Copyright © 2002 by Lynn Eib
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2011

    Every cancer patient and their loved ones should read this book

    My sister gave me this book last year when I was going through chemo for a recurrence of colon cancer. Lynn Eib, herself a colon cancer survivor, has written a wonderful book full of stories about some of the people she has met through her work as a patient advocate in her oncologist's office. As in life, not all of these stories end the way we would hope; however, they all provide inspiration and valuable life lessons. The book is powerful, and comforting at the same time. I have given this book to people I know who have/had cancer, and referred it to quite a few others. It is written from a cancer point of view, but anyone who is dealing with a serious illness or difficulty of any kind will find something that speaks to them. Everyone I know who has read it has been blessed by it. I also recommend Lynn Eib's other books. She feels like a friend I've never met.

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  • Posted November 21, 2009

    Uncomfortable comfort

    very comforting for anyone who may be afflicted with this disease and very uplifting with hope. I strongly recommend this book for caregivers also.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2007

    Hope is a positive attitude!

    How inspirational Lynn is. My friend in NE went to a book signing and had Lynn sign 'When God & Cancer Meet' for me and Lynn wished me 'always believe that God will meet your deepest needs.' Having been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma in 2003 and participating in one trial after another, I have always had a great attitude and that is what people remark about the way I deal with cancer. My positive attitude comes from my strong belief and hope and trust in the Lord that He will always be there for me. I have no doubt.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2006

    Comforting and Inspirational

    This book is great to see how others deal with cancer and the issue of dying from cancer. It opened my eyes on what more there is to life and that I'm not alone in my walk with cancer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2004

    Good Strong Medicine for cancer patients from someone 'who's been there'!

    I am a malignant melanoma survivor, given a 10% chance of surviving past 10 years, back in March 1985. I had plastic, thoracic and abdominal surgeries and 9 months of IV chemotherapy from March 1985 thru 1993, and have been cancer-free since then. I say this because the author of, 'When God & Cancer Meet', Lynn Eib,is like a Spiritual sister to me. We have never met, but she has written and shared so many lessons and sources of strength, that I was blessed with during my 'days in battle' with cancer. Thanks Lynn Eib, Tyndale House Publishers, and to Barnes & Noble for showing me this great, helpful, inspiring book!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2004

    the best of the best

    One of the best books i've read that the author knew exactly what i was feeling and could relate to while going through my own cancer journey--unles you've been there others really don't know what goes through your mind when facing cancer

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2002

    A very moving book

    This is a must read for anyone who is touched by cancer. My father is terminally ill with cancer and it was very encouraging for me to read about others experiences and the spiritual challenges they faced.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2002

    Very Useful Book

    The lessons and inspirations in this book are great for anyone whose family has been touched by cancer or any other challenge.

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