I’m Not Super Woman, But I Battled The Beast Called Cancer & Won (So, Close Enough)!

My Basket of Hope

About The Book

Doris Randall writes about her trials, tribulations, and triumphs of beating breast cancer, twice!

She refers to her cancer as a BEAST to be battled with, and with the strength of family, friends, and her strong trust in God, she battled and won!!

She is a great storyteller. Doris writes with such detail you almost feel you’re in the room with her. You will smile often, laugh out loud, and even shed a few tears, but most of all you will enjoy reading her personal story of battling the BEAST called cancer.

Book Cover for Battling the Beast Again / My Basket of Hope

Here Are A Few Excerpts From The Book

The door flew open and in came a tall, snowy-haired man. He greeted me, stated his name, and shortly after, instructed me to lay on my back. He examined my right breast, grunted, and repeated the same steps when he got to my left breast. The doctor took off his glasses and informed me that he was so sure that if he stuck a needle in the growth, there would be no fluid. Only a biopsy could confirm what the grunter needs to know. He grunted again and told me to get dressed.  My daddy’s wise words floated through the room. Pay closer attention to what’s not being said. The doctor didn’t say much of anything. He communicated through the forms of grunting and the only message I received from that was, things can’t be too good. 

The day I learned I had cancer once again was a long one. The night was even longer. After everyone left, I took a bath and settled in bed. I said my prayers, turned off the light, and tried to sleep. During the wee hours of the morning, lightning flashes woke me up. I stood at the bedroom window looking at the light dance across the sky. My mind replayed the events of this day, and once more the tears flowed.  Why me again oh Lord? No answer.  Haven’t I gone thru enough? No answer. I remembered the night of my surgery thirty years ago, and I thought about the pain of that surgery and the pain of never being the same again. 


Tonight, that same pain came back, but now I got an answer. 


Watching the lightning, I noticed there was no thunder. I remember from school that thunder indicated how close the storm was. You would start counting from the flashing of lightning until you hear the sound of thunder. 


Now God was saying “yes there’s a storm brewing, but I’m keeping it out of your home, your family, and your heart. Trust me on this. You will have rain and wind, but I’m holding back the thunder.” Yes, my joy is once again coming in the morning. It may not be this morning or tomorrow morning, but it’s coming. Faith assures me of that. Lord, you got this right? 

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