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How strong is your faith? This is a question most people don’t often think about.

But what if you were just told you had malignant mesothelioma and your faith was the only thing you had to lean on?

For a quick moment, let’s get to the basics of what faith really is. To me, faith is believing something good is going to happen even though the odds are stacked against you. Even when statistics say one thing, or your situation constraints are saying doom and gloom, you have faith that everything will work out for your good.

My faith was tested during my battle with peritoneal mesothelioma. Just like anyone else, I had my moments where I questioned God and asked, “Why me? What did I do so wrong that I would have cancer?”

We’re all human, and our minds do wander to places they shouldn’t. But don’t allow your mind to dwell in that state. Even after all the various thoughts, I just knew I was going to be all right. Faith will definitely give you peace.

I decided to activate my crazy faith. I had faith in God, knowing He would heal me. It’s something I just knew. I imagined myself being cancer-free. I spoke my healing into the atmosphere with faith. I saw it, I spoke it, and I believed it.

When I learned the horrible news about what peritoneal mesothelioma was and the poor prognosis, my faith kept me lifted.

When I encountered pain in my stomach, reminding me I had cancer, my faith kept me going. Even in the earlier portion of my diagnosis, when the oncologist wasn’t aware of proper treatment options for me, my faith was what gave me hope.

Have you heard the saying, prayer changes things? I’m a true believer in the power of prayer. One force behind prayer is faith. Prayer can go where we can’t. It can reach heights and depths that we can’t see.

Picture this: You’re in the Army and you’re going to battle. Would you forget your weapons? Probably not! During the time I was fighting mesothelioma, I brought all my weapons of warfare, and my faith was at the forefront. You can’t win a battle when you already feel defeated.

When I was presented with the treatment option of surgery, I didn’t dwell on the decision. My faith made it easier for me to say, “Yes, I will have the HIPEC surgery.” I thought, Wow, this is going to be my way of being cancer-free.

The thing is, when you have faith, you don’t know how your story will take form or how things will play out, and that’s not for us to worry about.

Gratefulness fills my heart when I think of my church family. I thank God for placing them in my life. Although we were hours away, I still felt their presence and prayers.

On days when loneliness tried to linger, either my husband or I would get a call from our church family, just checking in and keeping me lifted in prayer.

Knowing someone is thinking of you and praying for your healing is better than receiving baked meals in a pretty casserole dish. Having friends and family who will call to pray with you is so refreshing and helpful to your mental and spiritual state.

Some ways to provide support to a church member during their battle with cancer are:

  • Call and offer prayer. This will bring hope and reassurance to them, knowing that someone else believes in their healing.
  • Send a card of encouragement. The encouragement you send might be just what they need at that particular time.
  • Gift them an inspirational journal. This will allow them to journal their experiences and to jot down their thoughts.
  • Treat them normally. There is no reason to feel sorry for or have pity on someone just because they have cancer.

I’m sure there are many other ways you can offer support to a church member who is battling cancer. For the most part, follow your heart and remember: Keep it uplifting.

It’s been 18 years since my diagnosis, and I can say I still have my faith, but I no longer have cancer. Keep the faith!

Originally published on asbestos.com

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Tamron Little

Tamron Little is a writer, speaker, and 18-year peritoneal mesothelioma survivor. She is a spokeswoman for The Mesothelioma Center at Asbestos.com and a passionate advocate for women facing life after diagnosis. A wife, mother of four, and author of Thrive Sister Thrive: A 21-Day Women’s Devotional, Tamron shares faith-filled stories to help women reclaim peace, purpose, and the strength to thrive—right where they are. Connect with her at TamronLittle.com or on Instagram @TamronLittle.

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