A Cancer Diagnosis-In His Own Words
The Reverend Maurice Wright, II
One year ago today, the doctor said three words that changed our lives. “You have cancer.” Following his words, there are about 30 minutes I still cannot account for. When I came to myself, Rita and I were sitting before a doctor at the cancer center, getting the news that my cancer was already in the middle of stage three.
He told us that I would need both radiation and chemotherapy, and I would have them at the same time for eight weeks. Twenty-four hours of chemo to go and radiation five days a week (you do the math). However, my immune system was so low that I needed to get three weeks of iron infusions before the treatments could begin. I was told about the surgery that would last anywhere from four to six hours, and following surgery, I’d have an ostomy.
I stayed in the hospital for six days and was released to continue chemotherapy. We got word that the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes and microcells. Six more months of chemo would be necessary, and now they would add a shot. It was unbearable, and I ended up in the ER, sicker than I can even articulate.
The past year has been hard, but I’m still standing. Rita and my family have been amazing. I know they have had to deal with their moments of anxiety, and it’s been a tough go for them. We cried, laughed, and just sat in silence. In sickness and in health has new meaning!
My congregation has supported us in every way possible. The officers agreed with our decision to share this journey with the world. My village has come through in many ways: calls, cards, and even a little piece of money! The church universal has prayed for my family and me, and we are grateful.
As I lay in bed recovering from this week’s chemotherapy, I remain confident of God’s ability to heal. I claim complete healing on this side!
On Monday, February 7, 2024, I had my last treatment! I praised God as I ran out of the treatment center. They asked, “Don’t you want to ring the bell?” I had thought about this moment many times and had already decided to ring the bell at St. John African Methodist Episcopal Church with my church, my faith community, and my family, who had stood by me, stood with me, and prayed for me through this journey. I would also invite others in the congregation who were Cancer Survivors to ring the bell with me.
Sunday, February 11, 2024 finally arrived. I was ready. The “bell” was stationed in a prominent place in the pulpit. When the moment arrived, I came center stage and invited all Cancer Survivors to go and ring the bell. Brother Childress, Brother Taylor, Elder Oliver Allen, and Brother Norwood came forward and rang the bell. Then it was my turn. Thanking God for his mighty healing powers, I RANG THE BELL! All while saying aloud, “There is no secret what God can do. What He’s done for others, He will do for you!” We are still trusting in God for complete healing, and looking forward to the day when I can proclaim I am cancer-free!
