From the Roots: The True Story of How I Beat Death and Learned to Live

426 Pages·2017·0.96 MB·English

by  Marsha Therese Danzig

Dedicated to Faith, Hope, and Love
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
Speak. Speak. Speak. You tell your story.
You get that suffering spoken for.
You get that hope out there.
You tell the world how you have won, over and over, and have not succumbed.
This is worthwhile, says He. I trust Him, for once.
Open. Open Open.
Open.
Open.
Open.
Open.
Open.
Open.
The diagnosis is not good, so they say. I am five. It is the sixties. So much death
anxiety is associated with that word: cancer. I’d never heard of it before. As the
adults swarm around me, day in, day out, kiddie-gloving their way around the
little girl (or muscle), mounting my will, I vaguely sense that I am very seriously
… not well.
A life-size clown doll is propped up in the hospital bed next to beaming, smiling
me. The two of us sit. Our smiles are real. What do I know?
I know cancer only has meaning because someone gave it meaning. And so it
goes, my lifetime of overwhelm, tension, and extreme holding to stay away
from, divert attention from, please God keep me from, cancer. I still don’t know
what it really means.
I receive bedloads of presents for something I must have done.
Oh, I know! I have cancer!
How did I get from hospital beds to this moment? I have some idea … but I
leave that up to God to tell me someday.
Accept This.
A pearl dropped from heaven The earth opened up and swallowed her whole
And when she’d had her fill of sustaining and nurturing She loosened her grip
The pearl walked the earth
Each bare footstep