My Prognosis Is Absolute Good

February 2012

Don Rogers

Don Rogers speaks on healing and Let Go, Let God

Don Rogers and his wife Linda attend Unity Church Universal, the home of the first Unity church, on Ninth and Tracy in Kansas City, Missouri.

 

Reaching to turn on a lamp, I bumped my chest against the armrest of the divan and a sharp pain caused me to briefly see stars. Feeling my breast, I found a lump under my right nipple. I said nothing to my wife Linda and thought nothing more about it until my morning shower.

In the morning, the lump was still there, and I knew Linda should know. Without further hesitation, we were off to the doctor, who examined me and scheduled a mammogram and ultrasound for the next day. Linda asked the doctor if it was true that a cancer tumor doesn’t hurt. The doctor agreed that this was generally the case. This information gave us hope that perhaps this was a cyst, which could be aspirated.

Unfortunately, the forms for a mammogram are sexist. Breast cancer is considered a women’s disease. There are no ‘male only’ questions, but plenty of ‘women only’ questions. The results of my mammogram and ultrasound were forwarded to both my family doctor and surgeon. I learned that a tumor is hard, but a cyst is soft and spongy. My surgeon told me that it was a tumor and a needle biopsy was taken to determine if it was malignant.

The biopsy confirmed cancer—male breast cancer. Although a cancer tumor usually does not hurt, mine was over a nerve. When I bumped my breast, the tumor pushed on the nerve, causing the pain. What a blessing! If I had not felt the pain the tumor would have continued to grow and may not have been discovered until it was too late.

I prayed, knowing that I could be healed by faith but also believing that God works through modern medicine as well. Mastectomy surgery was scheduled, and I met with the oncologist to plan the follow-up treatment. I knew that cancer was not a death sentence, but simply the mention of cancer strikes fear into almost everyone. I began to search for a word to replace the ugly and terrifying word cancer. I prayed and meditated to find a positive replacement.

The surgery went well. My right breast was removed along with 15 lymph nodes. The PET/CT scan afterward showed me to be cancer-free. The oncologist said that if we did nothing more, the probability of reoccurrence of cancer was 56 percent. Taking chemotherapy treatments lowers that percentage dramatically. I agreed with his recommendation of a round of chemotherapy—four treatments.

As I healed from surgery and waited for chemotherapy, I increased my prayer and meditation time searching for the replacement word or words for cancer. My answer came: Cancer is an abbreviation, a contraction. The complete phrase is “CAN CERTAINLY!”

can certainly be the child of God I am meant to be. With God’s help, I can certainly overcome any health challenge. I can certainly experience absolute good!

Now, whenever I hear the word cancer, I know that it means “can certainly.”

While sitting in the chemotherapy room for treatments, I saw many people going through challenges greater than mine. I sent them healing energy and silently affirmed the truth, that they are well and whole. I affirmed that they can certainly overcome this experience.

The treatment has many side effects and none of them are pleasant. A minor one is loss of hair, which for a balding man isn’t too traumatic, but it left me with great empathy for women who go throughtreatment.

Side effects are temporary but spirit endures. This was not an experience I wanted, but it is of great value to me. Perhaps the greatest blessing is sharing my experience with others. I can certainly say my prognosis is absolute good. I may not be the man I used to be, but I am more of the spiritual self I am meant to be.