I was diagnosed with cancer in January 2018. I tried to heal myself without medical help. It didn't work. And the cancer grew so much. The pain became unbearable. Finally I went to the hospital and let them help me. I cannot promise that I will live, but the treatments that the doctors and medical team are administering have alleviated the pain that I was living with significantly. The tumor is much much smaller. I have some pain but it is much better than before. I lost my hair, and guess what. I donn't have to deal with washing it. pulling it tight etc. I cried when I went to the shop to shave it off. But now I feel ok. I am also all alone. No blood relation in the entire world is on good terms with me. In a way I feel that this is a great relief. I couldn't stand these people anyway. So now I have an excuse to get rid of them and never turn back. The doctors, nurses and medical staff are soooooo much nicer to me than my "family" ever was. I don't miss them. I never want to make contact with them again. I am grateful to be leaving the false world, and being forced into the realization of my only living Family & Friend, God.