I also attended church last night. Not my typical Friday night rendezvous, but I was encouraged to go to this particular church by my daycare provider. It's the same church my kids used to go to for daycare, until they closed the daycare and I switched to her house. (She was the director). She said the pastor was doing a healing, and I could definitely use some healing. I went for the same reason I eat blueberries and switched deodorant... because it certainly cannot hurt.
I don't know what it is about church that always makes me feel guilty. I always feel uncomfortable being there, maybe because I don't attend regularly. I become an instant introvert when I step inside. The service was nice, but it was late and I was getting pretty tired. Then the minister, Dr. Dufresne, asked if there were any cancer patients. My heart dropped. Reluctantly, me and one other man went up. He placed his hand on the man first and commanded the cancer to leave him. He then turned to me and said "cancer?" almost like he didn't believe it. I nodded yes, and he placed his anointed right hand on my head and commanded the cancer out just as he did the other man. The only difference was, as I said "thank you" and turned to walk away, he looked at me with a smile and said "you're going to live." He healed many others that night for many other reasons, but never said those words to anyone else.
I am not a religious person, but I know many of my loved ones are. I have always just believed that no matter what your religion is, God is love. I have no doubt in my mind that I will beat this cancer, but I want you all to know that apparently God feels the same way. :-)