TWO DEADLY KILLERS
by John Huckstep
Multiple Sclerosis came visiting in the summer of 1964 followed by
stage 4 cancer in the fall of
2005. Overcoming one deadly disease is sufficient for a lifetime but
overcoming two teaches
lessons that can only be learned by those who experience it. This is
my story of how these two
deadly killers clawed there way into my life, sang a brief death song
and retreated back into the
I was a happy go lucky sophomore in high school when I found myself
asking my mom, “What is
Multiple Sclerosis?” The day started out like so many other average
days in the life of a teenager,
I woke up to the voice of my mother yelling get up or your going to be
late for school! Waking up
to her voice was worse than an alarm clock but hearing that shrill was
all the motivation I needed
to jump out of bed and get a move on it. I was never early to my first
class but rarely late, I guess
you could call it right on time without a minute to spare. The tardy
bell usually rang just as I
It was a particularly hot day as classes ended and I changed into my
baseball uniform for practice.
Once we were all out on the field we started our usual warmup drills
of running, playing catch, and
chasing fly balls. I was playing catch when suddenly everything in my
life changed in a blink of an
eye. I could no longer focus on the ball thrown toward me. My vision
evaporated in an instant. My
coach thought the heat was the problem and sent me home to rest. I
only lived about two blocks
from the high school and by the time I got home my equilibrium had
vanished. I literally stumbled
down our narrow hallway leading to my bedroom like a drunk man.
My mother called the family doctor and he told her to keep me in bed
and he would stop by the
house that evening and check on me. Yes, in those days doctor’s still
make house calls. I remember
him giving me an exam and setting up an appointment for me to see a
neurologist. That evening
my condition grew worse. I began to drool out the side of my mouth
uncontrollably and when I
tried talking my voice sounded like a vinyl record playing on slow speed.
The next day I saw the neurologist who did many tests and finally
decided to do a spinal tap. To
make a long story short the diagnosis still lingers after all these
years. “Son you have Multiple
Sclerosis. Now as a teenager I had no idea what MS was but by the look
on my mom and dad’s
face I knew it wasn’t a good thing.
I was brought up a Christian and was baptized at the age of twelve. My
parents kept everything
positive and it wasn’t until years later that I learned what a deadly
disease I had. I also learned how
the whole church had been praying and fasting for my healing.
Multiple Sclerosis is a slow moving disease that affects your motor
functions, it progressively eats
away at the central nervous system until you find yourself using a
cane to move around, then a
wheelchair, and finally you find all of your motor functions gone. I
found out that it was possible
for the symptoms to disappear for a while and then return with a
vengeance after taking some time
I had been confined to bed for about two weeks when all of sudden my
vision returned. I slowly
got out of bed and for the first time in that two week period I stood
straight without losing my
equilibrium. I walked into the living room to greet my mom and the
celebration began.
Many thought that I was only in a period of remission and wondered if
the the disease would
follow it’s normal pattern and return? However, my mom, friends, and
church members knew that
their prayers had been answered. It has now been 50 years without any
symptom ever reappearing.
God had clearly granted me healing through His mercy and grace, but
there is more to this story.
I went on to graduate from high school in 1966 just as the Vietnam war
was making headlines.
During this time they were still drafting young men into the service.
I had this bright idea to gather
together all my friends and go down to the recruiting office and join
the Army. If we joined rather
than waiting to be drafted the Army would guarantee that we could go
through boot camp with our
friends. They called it the buddy system.
We all went down to join up and everyone of my friends made it through
the screening process
except me. They would not give me a physical pass to join because of
my MS diagnosis. I watched
as my friends went off to war. Ironically one year later I received a
letter in the mail from the
Selective Service Committee informing me that I had been drafted and
was to report to the
selective service office for my physical entrance exam.
I was irate to say the least, The Army would not let me join with my
friends but now they wanted
to draft me! The letter stated that if I had any condition that would
prevent me from serving to
bring it with me at the time of my physical. When my draft day arrived
I marched down to the
recruiting center with my doctors diagnosis in hand. Everywhere I
looked was colored lines and
men were moving around like confused monkeys on crack trying to find
the corresponding color
line they were to follow as the recruiters barked out, “Follow the red
line!” Then I’d hear another
one yell out, “Follow the blue line!”
I checked in at the front desk and told them that I had been diagnosed
with Multiple Sclerosis, I
got a perplexed look from the recruiter and was told to follow the
yellow line. I soon discovered
why the line was yellow. I found myself in line with a bunch of
weirdo’s trying to get out of the
service. The yellow line led straight to the psychiatrist.
Some of the guys standing on that yellow line with me were wearing
lipstick and dressed in
women clothing, some were ranting and talking to themselves, some were
barking like dogs,
anything to get out of the service. I watched them enter the
Psychiatrist’s office acting crazy and
come out cussing that they had been drafted! None of the crazies were
given a get out of the
service pass from the Psychiatrist. They were all drafted in spite of
their obsessions.
I finally got my turn and took a chair in front of the Psychiatrist’s
desk. He took one look at me and
said, “You look pretty normal! What is your problem?” I smiled and
said, “I really don’t have a
problem. You see sir I tried to join the army two years ago and was
told I couldn’t join because of
my MS diagnosis.”I handed him my Doctors report. He read it, looked at
me, read it again, and
then took out a rubber stamp and slammed it down on my paperwork. He
handed it back to me and
said, “follow the blue line and give this to them.” I looked at my
paperwork and there in big red
letters was stamped 4F. I was officially out of the service due to my
medical condition.
I have often wondered if God orchestrated my Multiple Sclerosis in
order to keep me out of the
Vietnam war? Many of my friends never returned and there was a good
possibility I might have
I wish I could say that the wonder of my life had matched up with the
wonder of God’s healing
miracle but the truth is I was a young teenager without enough
spiritual wisdom to understand this
supernatural event I had just experienced. I thanked Jesus and
promptly returned to a life of
serving and pleasing myself. As time passed and the miracle faded I
became comfortable with
Christianity as long as it did not interfere with the way I wanted to
live my life. I went skipping
down life’s byways and pathways until 2005 when I collided with
another deadly killer, stage 4
It has been forty one years since my encounter with Multiple
Sclerosis. I had raised a family and at
58 I was beginning to think about retiring. However, all was not well
in my world. I was having a
hard time keeping food down and my energy level was fading. I had gone
to several doctors and
none of them could find much wrong with me. My Colonoscopy proved to
be cancer free and yet I
continued on a downward spiral. Further blood test’s showed that I was
anemic and doctors
thought I might have an inflammation of the colon but all test’s
proved negative. My stools began
showing traces of blood and after several months of testing doctors
decided to check my small
bowl. I was scheduled for an MRI and the results were devastating. The
MRI showed I had stage 4
cancer of the small bowel. The cancer had spread into my lymph
nodesThe report read:
“Invasive, welldifferentiated adenocarcinoma of the small intestine.”
I was quickly scheduled for surgery and in August of 2005 I was
wheeled into the surgery room
for a resection of my small intestines. The plan was to cut out the
cancerous section of the small
bowel and then resection the bowel back together. The surgery proved
successful and after many
weeks of recovery I was scheduled to see an oncologist who would
introduce me into the second
phase of my treatment, the chemotherapy world.
After much thought and prayer I decided I would forego the
chemotherapy. Needless to say this
decision did not go over well with the oncologist. I’ll never forget
our initial meeting. My wife and
I sat down to discuss my treatment plan with the doctor and his nurse.
After a little bit of small talk
he reviewed my surgery records and stated. “I think we should begin
chemotherapy treatment
immediately since the cancer has already spread to your lymph nodes.”
I asked what my chances
were after completing the chemotherapy treatment, He said, “You have a
331/3 chance to live three
years, a 331/3 chance to live five years, and a 331/3 chance to make a
full recovery.” My reply,
I might as well have committed the unpardonable sin when I told him I
didn’t think I would be
partaking of his Chemo cocktail at this time. His eyes glazed over and
he gave his nurse that look.
You know the one, “Did you just hear what this nut said!” He looked
back at me and said, “Without
the Chemotherapy your chances of even living three years are very slim.”
My reply.“Can I ask you one question?”
“Did a lack of Chemotherapy cause my cancer?” I saw the confusion in
his eyes as he looked over
“No a lack of Chemo did not cause your cancer.”
I then said. “Well for now I’ll take my chances without Chemotherapy.
Maybe I’ll change my mind
down the road but for now I’ll pass on Chemo treatment.”
He flatly said, “It’ll be to late down the road.”
I explained that I was a Christian and really had no fear of death.
His response. “Are you married?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Well, don’t you think you are being a little
selfish by not caring if you live or
I assured him that I wanted to live and then explained how the Lord
had healed me of Multiple
Sclerosis when I was younger. I told him that I felt the Lord had my
back on this one too.
He replied. “Well, I guess we’ll see about that one.” I agreed to come
in for a blood test every six
months which would show us if the cancer had returned. I faithfully
showed up for each blood test
and each time the test was negative for cancer. At the end of three
years the doctor came into the
room I was waiting in with a big smile on his face and said. “I guess
you made the right decision
not to have Chemotherapy, all your tests have been negative and I
don’t think you need to come
It has been nine years since my bout with stage 4 cancer and I’m still
cancer free and healthy. My
doctor who was agnostic at the time I saw him eventually became a
Christian and wrote a book
based on the Godly faith of his patients. He stated in his book that
it was the faith of his patients
that changed his life. We serve a powerful God who works out his plan
in each and every life in
mysterious ways. After surviving these two deadly diseases I’ve come
to a few conclusion’s on life
First, We need to remind ourselves that there is no such thing as just
another normal day. I went to
bed feeling fine one night and the next day I was sick and on a
downward slide until doctors
discovered I had cancer. Once I was diagnosed with cancer all my plans
for securing a better future
came to an abrupt stop and defeating cancer became my main objective.
Robert Burns said, “The
best laid schemes o’ mice and men often go astray.” Jesus warned us
about concentrating on
building bigger and better lives in this world through accumulating
things. “You fool!” This very
night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you
have prepared for
yourself? This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for
himself but is not rich toward
Since my healing I’ve tried to spend less time looking for what I want
out of life and more time
concentrating on what God wants in my life. When it comes right down
to it, I have very little say
in what happens in my life. I didn’t give Multiple Sclerosis or caner
permission to invade my life,
no one asked me if I wanted to come into this world and I don’t have
much say in when or how my
There is really only one critical decision I have to make in this
life. Will I give my life over to
Jesus or Satan. If I give my life over to God than He is in control
and nothing can come into my
life without his permission. There will be times when I might feel as
worthless as a shattered violin
but God has a way of restringing our broken lives so that once again
we will produce wonderful
heavenly music that will glorify our Savior.
Second, I knew that my battle with cancer was won before I ever prayed
for healing. Now before
someone reading this thinks the above statement is obnoxiously pious
let me explain. If God
allowed cancer to end my life here on earth I would be in heaven
(absent from the body, at home
Lord. 2 Corinthians 5:8.) I would be healed from cancer for there is
no cancer in heaven. Whether I
was healed on earth or in heaven didn’t matter to me. God was in
charge of my life and either way
He chose to answer my prayers I would be free from cancer. In my case
God choose to heal my
earthly body and I thank Him daily for His healing daily.
I was not healed because I was a superior Christian or had more faith
than other Christians who
have died from cancer. Godly people get sick and die everyday, Some
die very young and others
live to a ripe old age. The point I’m trying to make is that all
things work together for good to those
who love the Lord. Romans 8:28. Those who get healed remain a while
longer on this earth as
servant’s to God, those who don’t get healed find themselves in heaven
and I think that would
qualify as: “all things work together for good to those who love the
Lord.”
Third, God is more concerned about our hearts than about our healing.
If our hearts are not right
our healing is meaningless. Jesus tells the story of ten lepers he
healed in Luke 17:1117. Ten
were healed but only one came back to thank and give praise to God.
The story starts out with all
ten lepers shouting out to Jesus for healing. All ten had faith in
Jesus, they knew He could heal
them. Jesus had mercy on them and told them to go to the priests and
as all ten turned and headed
toward the priest’s all ten were instantly healed. When they found
themselves healed only one
Why did only one out of nine return to Jesus? May I suggest that he
was the only one out of the ten
whose heart was right toward God. He not only rejoiced in the healing
but he remembered the
healer. The other nine rejoiced in the healing and the healing itself
took center stage over the
healer. Having overcome two major diseases in my life I know how easy
it is to rejoice in the
healing and in time forget the healer.
I stand as one grateful to the Lord for all He has done in my life. I
write this as a testimony to the
love and grace of God. My hope is that I will always trust in Adonai
with all my heart; and that I
will never rely on my own understanding as I travel through this world
on my way to heaven.
My prayer is that we rejoice in Jesus, rejoice in his healing, rejoice
in his teaching’s, rejoice in his
miracles, but never forget that our greatest need in this life is not
for another healing but for better
hearts. Our healing will fade away as age catches up with us but our
hearts will be the only thing
that will follow us into eternity. Even so come Lord Jesus.
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