Stage four Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma with Pancreatic involvement was not going to kill me. But a nurse gave me the wrong dosage of medicine in my chemotherapy and a few hours later they revived me in the hospital.
Poor nurse he had just literally killed a man.
Peace and forgiveness overwhelmed me. All the people in all my life that had done wrong by me were forgotten. And I even forgave my transgressions.
It was a game changer and I thank God for my "suffering".
And that is nothing compared to having a child.