The Battle with Cancer
Pastor David F. Reagan
I Know Who Holds
Tomorrow: This was a special done by Pastor Reagan at
Antioch shortly after he received the news about his cancer.
5/8/07
Dear Praying Friends,
Pastor Reagan will soon be admitted to a hospice care
center. His lungs are beginning to shut down and his
home-going appears to be very near.
Please pray for him that God would have mercy upon him and
make his promotion as easy as is possible. He will have all
of his family surrounding him.
Thank you for praying for preacher and for his family..
Mrs. Reagan
4/12/07
To all the faithful prayer warriors:
I want to say, first of all, that we regret
that we are unable to personally respond to each and every
email that we have received. Please know that Preacher
Reagan and I sincerely appreciate each one of your emails
and the very kind and encouraging words and the many, many
prayers that have been prayed and are being prayed daily for
us.
Our hearts have been so touched by the
outpouring of Christian love and kindness during these
months of first trying to determine what was happening to
preacher to cause so much pain, the diagnosis of cancer, the
treatments and now the latest news that preacher will not be
cured of cancer but will be promoted to heaven.
We are not in charge of the outcome of our
prayers but we are simply to pray and leave the results in
our gracious and loving Heavenly Father's hands. We are His
children. We do not possess the knowledge or understanding
that our Heavenly Father has concerning what is best for us.
We, like little children, must trust God and then as
obedient children, submit to His perfect will for our lives.
Preacher and I are not superhuman or beyond human faults and
failures. We are flesh just like each of you. Our desire has
always been to trust God and that He would be honored and
glorified through our lives. We wanted nothing more than to
love Him and serve Him with all of our hearts.
Thank you for caring and for praying. Your
prayers have made this trial bearable. Your prayers have
encouraged us and strengthened us. Your prayers have helped
supply our needs. Just when a need came up...I know that
someone somewhere must have been praying for God to supply
our needs and at times even before we knew we had a need God
supplied . Your faithful prayers wafted up to the ears of
God and He was pleased to answer and supply so many needs.
No, He did not choose to heal my husband of
the cancer. It wasn't that He did not hear our prayers for
healing but rather that His plan for preacher and I did not
include healing the cancer. His way is perfect and we do not
question His reasoning or His plan for our lives. We are at
peace in our submission to God's plan for our lives. The
separation that my husband and I will experience is painful
but even in that I believe God will be faithful to comfort
my heart and provide for me and show me how He would have me
continue to serve Him until such time as He calls me home to
heaven too.
Please continue to keep us in your prayers.
Please pray that the radiation treatments will be successful
in bringing the pain under control. We have an excellent
team of doctors and nurses helping preacher. We are so
grateful for their expertise and knowledge and for their
help.
Like you, we have many challenges and
disappointments that we deal with in relation to preacher's
illness. Today I dealt with one of these events and I am
sorry to say, my initial reaction was shock, anger,
frustration and exasperation, fear and then God's still
small voice spoke to my heart. I had to admit to God that my
peace had flown right out the window and fear and anger had
replaced it. I had forgotten Who was in charge of this
situation. The circumstances that I was dealing with were
not a surprise to God but they sure were to me. I had put my
trust in something other than God and He just knocked that
"crutch" right out from under me. I thought I was trusting
Him but it took this event today to show me that I was
trusting in a man-made instrument. God wanted my attention
and my full trust in Him and His provision.
So, thanks to those of you who prayed for us
today. We need your prayers daily as we continue down this
path called cancer. It is not an easy path to travel. But
then, I am sure each of you face things in your lives that
seem so hard and that make you fearful and angry at times
too. I hope each of you have other Christians praying
regularly for you and your needs. It is the intercessory
prayers of others that afford each of us strength and
courage to face the challenges and disappointments and
surprises that come our way daily.
Thank you for remembering us and caring and
praying. We are so blessed to have each of you praying for
us. Thank you for writing and encouraging us. We do read
your emails and we appreciate hearing from you.
In His Service,
Mrs. Reagan
Isaiah 55:8,9 For my thoughts are not your
thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For
as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways
higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Ecclesiastes 8:8 There is no man that hath
power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he
power in the day of death: and there is no discharge in that
war; neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given
to it.
Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in
the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
4-5-07
I know that my wife has already sent out a
notice about this week's report from the doctor. However, we
have different sets of addresses and I believe it good to
give my own report. In short, we found out Tuesday that
despite the chemotherapy the tumors in my body continue to
multiply and grow. The cancer is not responding to treatment
and I am almost certainly only a few weeks from departing
this world.
The doctors are going to try to do some
radiation therapy on my original and largest tumor in order
to control the pain there. However, this is only palliative
care and is not meant to cure anything. Please pray for me
as I go through this one last series of treatments. Lying
down on the table for the treatment can be very painful for
me.
Please do not mourn for me as if this were
some great tragedy. This is clearly God's timing and He
makes everything beautiful in His time. He has decided that
I have finished my course and that is His call. I go to be
with him. Enoch lived in a time when the average lifespan
was about 900 years. Yet, God called him up after only 365.
We do not consider this a tragedy. Neither is my departure.
My prayer is for my wife and family and for
the church I have ministered in for about 29 years. I covet
your prayers for the same. Also, remember me as I approach
the end. I will be dealing with breathing problems and
increased pain. I trust God's grace to be sufficient for
these things.
Till He comes,
David F. Reagan
2-20-07
I just got back from the doctor earlier this
afternoon and he told us that he is "cautiously optimistic"
at the latest developments in my cancer treatment. The
information is a bit complicated, but I will summarize it
the best I can.
The tumor in the hip had not been checked for
six weeks (the lungs were checked three weeks ago). It has
grown a little--but only a little. And that growth may have
been more in the earlier part of the six weeks. More
important, the center of the tumor seems to be dying. This
could be from the tumor outgrowing its source of blood (a
natural cause) or from the effects of the chemo therapy. It
is not necessarily great news--but it is good news. Keep
praying.
The tumors in the lungs are doing some
interesting things. The largest one did not grow at all.
More important, some of the small nodes that are beginning
tumors have disappeared. Finally, one tumor that had
measured 2 cm three weeks ago was now only one half of a
centimeter. Keep praying.
Since it looks like the chemo may be having
some good effect right now, we will continue with it. I
start again this coming Monday. Pray that I will be able to
continue tolerating the chemo (I have some rough days during
the treatment) and pray that the tumors will continue to
shrink and die.
Though this is good news, much still needs to
happen before I make it through this. Also, the process is
tough on me, my family (especially my wife) and our church.
Please pray for all of us. The prayers of God's people have
made the difference so far. Please do not stop now. And
thank you so much for all the prayers and support so far.
You folks have been wonderful.
Finally, I thank the Lord for His goodness in
all this. He enabled me to attend and have a part in my
son's wedding this last Saturday. It was a blessed event. We
can do nothing more than He allows. But when He enables us,
we can do all things through Him. Despite the hardship of my
sickness, God has continued to bless our church. I give Him
the glory for all these things. Just, please, keep praying.
Till He comes,
David F. Reagan
1-30-07
Greetings to all,
I went to the doctor
this afternoon to see how I fared under the last treatment
of chemo-therapy. The news was not great, but it was the
first hopeful news we had received from the doctors since I
had been diagnosed with cancer. It seems that this last
chemo- treatment has slowed the growth of the cancer
considerably. Please note: it has neither stopped the growth
or reversed it, but it has slowed it down. However, because
of the rapid speed of the earlier growth this is good.
Let me explain more
specifically. The doctor is using a large tumor in my lungs
as a measuring stick. During the interval of the first
chemo-treatment (the one that did not work), this tumor grew
from 4cm to 8cm long. This is out-of-control growth.
However, during the interval of the second treatment (a
different one), the tumor grew from 8cm to 9cm. My doctor
tells me that if the growth can be slowed in one treatment,
another treatment or two can reverse the size and began
shrinkage. That is my prayer request concerning the tumor
right now. I begin another chemo-treatment on Wednesday.
Pray with me that the tumors will begin to shrink.
My situation is still
very serious and each report will be critical. I want to
thank all who have remembered me in prayer through this
time. Your prayers and encouraging words have been such a
wonderful blessing to me and my wife. I only ask that you
continue to pray as you have been doing.
Since I do not know how
this will turn out in the end, I have further wondered why
the Lord allows it to draw out as it is. He could take me on
home if He wishes; or, He could heal me in a moment. The
thought that came to me is that we are to wait on the Lord.
There is no waiting if we know the results ahead of time.
Waiting means we must just trust in the Lord to work things
out to His will and in His time. I pray the Lord will give
me the faith to simply wait on Him through this time.
One final note: I have
had dozens and dozens of people tell me that they are
praying for me. I have had one nine-year-old boy write to
tell me specifically how he was praying for me and then ask
for other specific requests I had concerning the sickness. I
have also had reports that he is remembering me specifically
in these ways in faithful prayer. Others have asked what
they could do. He asked how he could better pray. I am
amazed that this young man's faithfulness and believe God is
answering his prayers in a special way.
Till He comes,
David F. Reagan
1-11-07
I have not reported to you folks in a while.
I am not sure how to give
you this last news. I am beginning to understand a bit what
Joseph must
have felt like. He had these dreams of a wonderful future
when his
brothers sold him into slavery. Then, just as soon as it
looked like he
was going to be blessed in his service to Potiphar, he was
falsely
accused of making advances against his master's wife and
thrown into
prison. Then, when it looked as if the interpretation of the
dreams of
the baker and butler would provide him a way out, he was
greeted with
silence for two more years.
Anyway, I had had some anecdotal evidence that my cancer
might be getting
better. As it turns out, the guesses were wrong. Even with
this last set
of chemotherapy, the tumors are still growing. The 10
centimeter one in
my hip is now 13 cm. The largest in my lungs was 5 cm; now
it is 7cm. So,
what do we do? We are trying another form of chemotherapy.
The first
method worked in about 50% of the cases; this one works in
about 30% of
the cases. But it is worth a try. The doctor said he could
only think of
one other approach if this one failed.
The last two or three days have been hard. The first news of
cancer made
me face death and God gave me great peace. This last peace
of news
touched me differently. I felt myself going through the
valley of the
shadow of death as I had never experienced before in my
life. I felt all
the darkness and dread of that great enemy. The broad shadow
of this
great enemy cut out all life.
Then, tonight, it all broke through. It started by my having
to deal with
a new symptom of the chemotherapy: diarrhea. Then, I hurt my
bad leg. I
could see myself going to the hospital tonight with a bad
leg--something
I had been warned over and over about. In my frustration and
with my son
in the room, I started mumbling. At first, it was scriptures
and partial
scriptures from all over the Bible. Then, I picked up my
Bible and
started reading the passages that spoke of our victory over
death.
I read aloud Psalm 23. I read Job's confidence that he would
see his
Redeemer in his flesh. I read the passage in Romans telling
us that we
are more than conquerors. I read in 1Corinthians 15 about
the
resurrection and our victory over death. With the tears
streaming down my
cheeks, I read with growing strength and vigor. The words of
God were in
a sense defiant. Death would not have the victory! Life
would be the
victor!
When I finished reading, I talked to my son, Sam, who had
listened
through it all. I told him how I wanted God to have the
victory in my
life even if I was to die. I want to know what it is to be
more than a
conqueror. Death is not defeat for the believer and I do not
want to
depart in any form of defeat. Then, I talked to my son about
how I would
like some things to work out, especially for the church and
ministry, if
I am to die. We talked for some time and then I asked him to
pray. He
prayed from a heart overflowing and God gave me peace once
again.
My leg is already better and I think it will be alright for
now. I know
that the peace of God may come and go at this time. But it
is there and
can be gained by an adventurous soul willing to fight for
it. This
journey may take me to ever-increasing heights and depths of
heart and
soul. Yet, there is only one place it will eventually end
and that is in
the presence of my precious Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. O
what a
glorious day that will be!
Till He comes,
David F. Reagan
12-30-06 Greetings to All,
This is the first real letter I personally been able to send
out since my stay in the hospital, so I am sending it to all
who are on my list.
Evidently, many people are receiving these second and third
hand and that
is fine too. I will certainly go into more detail than some
of you want
and will make more spiritual application than others will
want. I
appreciate and understand those of you who do not have time
or do not
take the interest to read the entire letter. But I do want
you to know
that it comes from my heart in a time of true personal
crisis and it
seeks to exalt the God who make me.
When I told the cancer doctor, Tuesday a week ago, that I
wanted to
aggressively attack the sarcoma cancer cells invading my
body, how little
did I know of what that meant. I know that some of you are
wondering why
you have not heard more. Simply speaking, I have not felt
like sending
anything. Also. I have a list of email addresses I send to
and my wife
and others have other lists. If you had been getting your
information
from my list, you have received nothing in a week and a half
because I
have been unable to sit and write coherently.
As I said in an earlier post, my cancer had already spread
into other
parts of the body. Not only had it accomplished much
destruction in the
left hip, but tumors had already appeared in both lungs.
Since the entire
body had been attacked, the only sensible strategy was a
medical approach
that dealt with the entire body. I know that cancer doctors
would
probably wince at the coming explanation of my
chemo-therapy, but it is
what makes sense to me. First, they choose a combination of
drugs that
are most likely to attack the cancer cells. Second,
considering the
damage these drugs do to the profitable parts of the body
and how
powerful others drugs are to deliver the patient from these
harmful
effects, they in a calculated way bring the patient as close
to death
without really killing him. Then, they will test in later
days to see if
their calculations worked--or did not. There is a strong
unknowing
quality in the entire process.
Now, I am not being critical of those who deal with oncology
(the study
of cancer). On the contrary, I am amazed at how many factors
they are
able to deal with simultaneously and the results they are
able to
achieve. It is as if they are beginning to understand some
of the
complexities of God Himself. And, I suppose this is the case
in any true
science. However, though scientists in other fields might be
seeking that
god-like power of knowing, the oncologist is quickly
reminded (perhaps by
the next case that walks in) how far he is from this
condition. By God's
grace, it seems that my doctors and even their nurses are
active
Christians. It was a real blessing to have my doctor pray
with me before
I entered the hospital.
Anyway, I had better not get so philosophical. I do not know
how long I
will feel like writing tonight. The first war is with the
cancer in the
hip and lungs. To attack that, I received what they called
mega-doses of
chemo-therapy. This is a level of therapy t hat is only
given to people
in really bad shape already and with whom the cancer has
already
spread--what used to be and still often is the curse that
kills. In
addition, mega-doses of chemo are usually reserved for
people who are
still in generally good health. Thankfully, I fit that also.
After I had received the chemo-therapy at the hospital and
had returned
home, I thought I was probably going to go through a few
days of not
feeling very well and then return to normal. Well, let me
tell you (I'm
grinning), in many ways the battle had just begun. What the
chemo may or
may not be doing to my cancer cells I do not know and will
not know for a
few more weeks (despite some wrong information I gave
earlier--Hey, I am
a beginner in this warfare). But what happened is that the
battle moved
to several new fronts:
- Nausea - the first
battle was the one to keep my food down. This is one of
the most universal responses to the chemo, but they said
that my reaction was greater than they anticipated. I am
starting to get some victory here.
- Constipation - No, I am
not dwelling here. However, it is more critical than I
ever thought that the poisons they put in my system do
not get stuck in any one place.
- Destruction of lining of
entire esophagus: mouth, throat, stomach. It has been a
battle in the extreme to eat anything since I have been
home from the hospital. Many times it is just as
difficult to talk. The entire lining system we have in
our bodies that are designed to absorb food has been
wrecked. Yet, I must eat if I am to survive. God has
been good to get me through this.
- Destruction of white
blood cells and immunity to disease - This actually
peaks several days out of the hospital and I am in the
middle of this battle right now. My white blood count
was down to 700, a number that means little to me but
seems to impress the doctors and nurses. Although I have
insurance, one of dangers is that if the treatment I
receive is effective, I could run out of coverage before
treatment is complete. God, however, is already showing
how He is taking care of some things before their time.
I will have to take about ten shots to rebuild my white
blood cell count (this time) and they cost about $500
per shot. Well, the first ten shots have been donated.
God is good.
- Pain and new injury to
the cancered hip. When I got home
from the
chemo-therapy treatments, my pain in the hip actually
increased. In fact,
for about three or four times a day, my hip would go into a
time of
excruciating pain that did not want to stop. It did not seem
to matter
how much other medicine had been taken. After talking to the
medical
people about this, we found that there were several possible
causes of
this. For one thing, I had slept at home for months in a
recliner, but in
the hospital I was confined to a bed (the recliner they
offered being
worse than their bed). The change back to the house may have
irritated
the hip. However, another possibility was that my hip was
just this bad
now. The medical people thought it was. The tumor had caused
jagged edges
in my pelvis and other bones. When I walked on them (even
with a cane), I
was scraping the remaining muscle and nerves over this bone,
creating
continued spasms of pain.
This was beginning to make sense to me. Then, they added a
third factor.
If the chemo-therapy is beginning to be successful in
shrinking the tumor
(as many of you are praying it is), then the pain is likely
to get worse.
As the tumor grew, it took the place of the bone and marrow
that it
consumed. When it shrinks, it will leave nothing to act as
a cushion in
its place. My increased pain could actually be a sign for
hope.
However, what should I do with the pain in the meantime? If
I break the
bone before the chemo (and eventually, radiation) have time
to do their
work, then the entire process will be slowed down. It will
create a
costly detour. Therefore, we decided to do two things.
First, I will try
to minimize my movement. The less I I move around, the fewer
opportunities I have to tear the hip or break something.
Second, in order
to accomplish this, I will accept higher levels of
medication for pain. I
had always been of the mindset that we should get off the
pain meds as
soon as possible in order to avoid addiction of any sort.
The needs of
this situation have changed my thinking somewhat. The nurse
also assured
me that addiction only comes to those who take it for the
feeling it
gives; not to those who take it for pain. Personally, I have
not found
the feelings I have received from pain medication to match
in any way the
feelings I have in a good prayer service at Antioch Baptist
Church. There
is nothing inviting there. In fact, I have already backed
off from the
level of pain medication I had three or four days ago.
Has it been rough? Sure it has. A few years ago, the
treatment that put
me in the hospital for five days would have kept the patient
in the
hospital for 21 days. The nurse told me last night that most
people with
my levels of chemo would have had to return to the hospital
at least once
by now. It is just that serious. However, I am also seeking
the Lord's
face to see what He would teach me during this time. It is
easy to think
that the continual survival mode that we are forced into
would keep us
from learning deep lessons from the Lord. Yet I believe it
has pleased
the Lord to reveal to me the lesson that He has for me in
these times of
absolute need. I am to learn to receive from the Lord my
daily bread.
Shortly after being released from the hospital, the Lord
brought me
across Exodus 16:4, which states, "Then said the LORD unto
Moses, Behold,
I will rain bread from heaven for you; and the people shall
go out and
gather a certain rate every day, that I may prove them,
whether they will
walk in my law, or no." As I read this, I immediately knew
that it was my
lesson for this time. God wants me to trust Him for my daily
bread
(Matthew 6:11; Luke 11:3). As God has blessed the ministry
the last few
years, I have become more and more obsessed with ideas and
planning. What
else could we do? Who else could we reach? How else could we
train those
under our care? What else should I learn? What else could I
write? There
has been a wonderful urgency about tomorrow.
But there was no equal focus or urgency about today. We knew
we needed
God and rejoiced that He was the source of the blessings,
but He and they
were there all the time. We certainly did not seek the
Lord's physical
provision on a daily sort. There was enough food in the
refrigerator and
cabinets for a week at least. If one person brought a bit of
bad news,
then that was fine; the Lord would match and double it with
good news in
short order. I know this is not the case in many ministries
and I do not
know why God blessed this one so much--but He did. I figured
that it is a
part of His providential plan. I had accepted the times of
decline and
obscurity. I must accept the times of prosperity and try to
serve Him in
it. And I (I should say we) did. My wife and I and key staff
members gave
ourselves to the work of the ministry. We addicted ourselves
to the
ministry of the word and it was glorious.
But in glorying in the work of the Lord, perhaps we failed
somewhat to
glory in His presence. "But we all, with open face beholding
as in a
glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image
from glory
to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord" (2Corinthians
3:18). To
become more and more like Him, conformed to His image, by
beholding His
glory. Though the glory we see is limited, as in a glass,
yet it still
has the power to transform the person. How does this happen?
It works
through the "things that work together for good to them that
love God" so
that by God's providential predestination we might "be
conformed to the
image of his Son" (Romans 8:28-29).
Right now, more than at any time in my adult life, I am
having to rely on
God for a moment by moment provision of physical help and
guidance. I am
praying and hoping that I will be able to transfer this
lesson
spiritually. After I was told that I was doing well, I
started feeling
kind of good about myself. I had done better than most.
Shortly, I found
myself in another bit of a crisis. The well time was in
question and I
might be heading for the hospital yet. I reminded myself
that I must give
a present, conscious effort to trust in the immediate
provision of God.
Things began to fall in order again and I later continued on
the letter.
I can truly sense the abiding provision of God for me now. I
may and will
make many mistakes, but He is watching over it all for His
good. But I
can expect the same level of provision of the grace of God
for daily
living and Christian ministry--a source of grace we too
often ignore. The
old-time saints were so poor and needy and yet so fully
enabled to do
great works for God; the modern saint is so blessed and yet
so unable to
shoot a spiritual pop-gun for God. This contrast is also
often seen
between Western Christians and those saints who give their
all in
oppressed regions of the world. The latter have so few
resources but so
much power with God.
What is the difference? I think it is to be found in the
reliance made on
the resources of Christ. Oh, that a few of us modern
Christians of the
western world might learn to rely fully on the resources of
Christ.
George Muller, Hudson Taylor, and others, came close by
refusing to raise
money through men--telling only the Lord of their needs. I
do not
believe that this is the only answer. But we must seek a way
to return to
a God-supported ministry and a God-supported Christian life.
Perhaps the growth pattern is best described in a series of
songs:
- "God Works in a Mysterious Way His Wonders to Perform" -
This old
hymn by William Cowper exalts the providential working of God
in our
lives. I do not believe that anyone can understand the
fulness of the
daily bread given to us by the Lord until they have full
confidence that
all things will work together for good in their lives as
they serve the
Lord (Romans 8:28).
- "Day by Day" - This
hymn emphasizes God's daily provision for our lives.
It includes statements like, "He whose heart is kind
beyond all measure, sees unto each day what he deems
best." Our second lesson is to rely on God for all
our daily needs.
- "I Need Thee Every
Hour" - This hymn shows us that our reliance on God
must extend beyond a daily turning to God. Even two
or three set times of praying each day is not
enough. We must be ready to continually return to
the juice of the vine; to gain additional strength
as needed.
- "Moment by moment,
I'm kept in His love; moment by moment, I've life
from above; looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
moment by moment; O, Lord, I am thine" - I quoted a
longer portion of this old song to get the context.
Though some seem to come by this easier than others,
most believers struggle here (I know I have). Also,
I must add that I am not talking about any sort of
sinless perfectionism. This kind of spiritual
maturity has been seen by great saints of God who
come from many doctrinal perspectives on other
issues. This is because it is biblical. Many
Puritans and Wesleyans, many Calvinists and
Armenians, and others as well have taught the
enabling grace of God in the believer. Lewis Sperry
Chafer, the well-known dispensationalist, taught the
same. We are to abide in the vine (John 15:1-7).
This is a real abiding reliance on all things from
the Saviour. Though the content of our thoughts
change from moment to moment, our reliance upon the
Lord, His guidance, and His resources, should remain
the same. Any break in this reliance is a break in
our fellowship with God and should be corrected
immediately. What a blessing it would be if God's
people learned to stay in proper communion with
their Creator, Saviour, and Lord!
- "Jesus I am resting,
resting, in the joy of what Thou art; I am finding
out the greatness of Thy loving heart" - In the
later years of the ministry of the Chinese
missionary Hudson Taylor, he had a great number of
missionaries working under his direction. Because of
continuing persecution and trials of many kinds, it
was not uncommon for him to receive sad or
discouraging news from one of the outposts. Those
who worked with him said he would often open a
letter of this sort and after digesting the news
would break out into singing the song mentioned
above. When asked about this practice, he explained
that that is all he could do at such a time as this.
He must fully rest in Jesus and in the joy of who He
is. Compare this to the statement of Paul in
Galatians 2:20, "I am crucified with Christ:
nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in
me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I
live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me,
and gave himself for me." We must learn that Christ
is our very life (Colossians 3:4).
My letter has gone from being a note to epistle length. But
this is my
letter to everyone. It has taken me almost 24 hours of
off-and-on labor
to write it. If I had spent this time on individual
responses, I would
have failed to write many of you. I hope you will forgive
my general
epistle. The days ahead are yet unknown and uncharted. But
the Lord not
only holds the compass, He has His hand on the wheel. I can
trust Him for
eternity. I can trust Him for a year from now. I can trust
Him for right
now. "Jesus I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou
art."
Till He comes,
Pastor
David F. Reagan
12-25-06 At Fort Sanders Hospital
in Knoxville, TN, the eighth floor is for cancer patients.
It is the oncology ward. I was admitted into the hospital
about 9AM on Wednesday and was released about 9PM Sunday
night—five days and four nights in the hospital—for my first
chemotherapy treatment.
I was warned by people that the therapy
was pretty bad and I anticipated it as such. However, it was
admittedly worse than I had imagined. I suppose this is
because that we anticipate in generalities while we live it
out fact by fact. Perhaps it is also true that I am
naturally optimistic and the optimist always maximizes the
good and minimizes the bad. Anyway, it was tough.
The doctors and nurses assured me that
they could control the pain and nausea—and they did. But the
controls often took a few hours to be effective, so if you
try to play catch-up (as I did), it can seem to take forever
to catch up. Part of it was indeed my fault. When I started
vomiting one day, I waited until the third time before I
called the nurses. It then took a while to get their
medicine in me and a while longer to determine that this
medicine was not enough. The doctor then gave me a stronger
medication the next day and it was mostly (not entirely)
kept under control.
The doctor told me that I had more
problems with nausea than the normal patient. Lucky me.
Evidently, I have weak stomach muscles. Fortunately, the
nausea tends to improve a few days after the chemo is ended.
I sure hope so since I have vomited twice tonight as I have
been alternating writing and resting (this is the night of
December 24th although it is technically already
Christmas as I write).
On the down side, I have been told that
7 to 10 days after the chemo has been finished is the peak
for problems caused by low counts of blood cells. This
includes low immunity to disease and general tiredness. I
will just have to wait to see how bad this is for me.
They say that everyone reacts to cancer
differently. There are no absolute rules. We are all
individuals. We are all uniquely created by our Creator.
Each will endure some things well and other things worse.
Without the test, we cannot really know how we will score.
My second great trial in the hospital
was the pain in my left hip. If I kept changing position
every little bit, I seemed to be able to keep a handle on
it. However, when it cramped the worst, my inner groin
muscle and my outer leg muscle were both in full cramp at
the same time. I could get into no position that gave
relief. This went on for about 20-30 minutes without
stopping. What concerned me today was that the cramping
seemed to be getting more frequent and more intense. One
episode was accompanied with sweating all over the body.
It was at these times that I kept
reminding myself of 1Corinthians 10:13 – “There hath no
temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God
is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above
that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a
way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.” Some people
misunderstand the meaning of temptation. It does not just
refer to enticements to sin. It refers also to all the
trials of this life. When the pain was at its height, I
reminded the Lord that He would not give me a temptation
that I was not able to bear. However, I counted this as much
a prayer for increased strength to bear the temptation as
for a reduction in the temptation down to my level of
ability. When I consider the pain to be unbearable, I can
expect God to decrease the pain or to increase my endurance;
the same with nausea. And God did just that. I mean, He
increased the resistance until He lessened the suffering.
I wonder about the spiritual purpose of
this part of the trial. The pain, the nausea, the hospital
atmosphere, being almost confined to a bed—all of this
tended to keep the mind away from any serious sort of
meditation. Perhaps suffering in general teaches the mind to
focus. Then, perhaps, after the suffering subsides, I may be
able to draw closer to the Lord. I know that right now the
world seems to be a weightier place. Weighty matters abound
on which to ruminate. This reminds me of two verses in
Ecclesiastes:
Ecclesiastes 7:2 – It is better to go
to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of
feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living
will lay it to his heart.
3 – Sorrow is better than laughter:
for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made
better.
I am sure that the immediate context
deals with the dead and the home where the dead are mourned.
Considering the death of an acquaintance or friend reminds
us all of the shortness of life and the importance of doing
some things now. But a hospital visit also fits to some
degree. People often die in hospitals. Hospitals are places
of mourning. They make us face human frailty and the
shortness of our days.
This is good for us. Not that we should
continually mourn and dread the coming of old age, sickness,
and death. Christianity is a joyous faith and we are to
rejoice in the Lord alway (Philippians 4:4). Yet, we are not
to be flippant about our duties to the Lord and to others;
we are not to get so fun-seeking that we think of God
Himself as a jokester. Seeing the cost of sin on this world
is a good remedy for such carnality.
So, I go on in my journey, now knowing
what each day holds. Of course, this has been always true.
Only now, it is more true. They say that I will have good
days and bad. This day has been better than yesterday. I am
home and the nausea is gone for now. I cannot complain. The
Lord has been especially good to me.
Earlier today, I did some verse writing
(one of my devotional exercises). One of the verses I wrote
was Exodus 16:4 – “Then said the LORD unto Moses, Behold, I
will rain bread from heaven for you; and the people shall go
out and gather a certain rate every day, that I may prove
them, whether they will walk in my law, or no.” These are
instructions God gave to the Israelites about the gathering
of the manna. They are to get a certain rate each day—not
more—not less. Throughout the week, they were to get enough
for each individual day; but on Friday, just before their
Sabbath, they were to get enough for two days so that they
would not be gathering manna on the Sabbath.
The purpose for this giving of manna
only on a daily basis was to prove them; to see if they
would just take God at His word, be obedient, and trust Him
to provide. Is not this the same battle we fight today? God
gives us enough for this day; our daily bread; sufficient
grace. But we want to have proof that our tomorrows will be
blessed as well. We are not satisfied that God’s grace is
sufficient unto the evil we face today (Matthew 6:34). We
want tomorrow taken care of now.
Through this trial I know that each day
needs God’s manna from heaven. I cannot survive the day
unless He provides the manna of His grace. I need it and
must have it. But I am wicked to demand that He provide any
assurance for tomorrow. If I am to walk in His law, then I
must prove it by accepting the manna He provides from above
for each day. My thought is not for the morrow—but only to
seek the Lord Jesus and in Him the manna I need for today.
Pastor David F. Reagan
12-20-06 For the last
three weeks, the bad news came in dribbles. We were always
tempted to fill in the gaps with our assumptions and that
was dangerous. Today, the bad news came in a torrent and
left us looking for dry land on which to stand.
My cancer is the fast kind. It is in
stage four—one of the later stages. It has already spread to
my lungs. It cannot be treated with surgery. No more than
half of those with my cancer at my stage survive the first
year.
I think that last statement was the one
that kept ringing in my mind. I had never been told that I
had no better than a 50/50 chance of living in a year. Death
no longer seems like the evil fiend lurking at the end of a
long road. It just got personal. I just became part of a
community that loses half of its population by death each
year. 10,000 becomes 5,000; 5,000 becomes 2,500; 2,500
becomes 1,250; 1,250 becomes 625; 625 becomes 312—all in the
time span of five years. In five more years, the 312
inhabitants become 9 lonely souls. From 10,000 to 9 in ten
years. Talk about dying communities: this is it. And now
it’s my home town.
I come to a new understanding of
David’s complaint when he ran from Saul: “there is but a
step between me and death” (1Samuel 20:3). Death has always
seemed so out there. I know about it and have dealt with it
in the lives of others. But he never seemed to be lurking
around the corner for me. Now I consider him my constant
companion. I go to church with him and eat across the table
from him. He knows my name, address, phone numbers, birth
date, SS number, and much more. I cannot mistreat him lest I
get on his bad list and experience him sooner. I cannot
count on his absence at any time.
Death has taken a new place among my
acquaintances. He is always nearby and can reach me at a
moment’s notice. I see him around but I seek to avoid a face
to face meeting with him—one which is almost always
terminal. Simply put, death is much more real to me than he
was a month ago. I have not learned anything new about
death. But I have learned much that is new about myself and
my vulnerability to his beck and call.
I faintly remember statements from the
word about death. How that Jesus came “that through death he
might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the
devil; And deliver them who through fear of death were all
their lifetime subject to bondage” (Hebrews 2:14-15). God
promises that he “will swallow up death in victory” (Isaiah
25:8). Another promise says: “The last enemy that shall be
destroyed is death” (1Corinthians 15:26).
I don’t mind thinking of death as an
enemy and look forward to the time when he will be
destroyed. But how does that help me right now? My father
died last summer. My mother and one of my brothers seem to
be nearing death. People in our church are losing loved ones
with regularity. What does a future victory over death have
to do with the killing cancer assaulting my body right now?
Where is the help I need right now?
Psalm 23:4 declares, “Yea, though I
walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear
no evil: for thou art with me.” Here is some hope. God goes
with us as we travel the valley of the shadow of death.
Psalm 118:6 adds, “The LORD is on my side; I will not fear:
what can man do unto me?” Does this mean that death cannot
touch us? Probably not. But it does mean that death’s
influence over the faithful believer is limited. Even when
death has us in his grip, we never have to fear him or bow
to him.
Listen to the logic of faith that comes
from the lips of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego when they
were told that they must bow down to Nebuchadnezzar’s image.
They are not careful to answer in this matter: “If it be so,
our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning
fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O
king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we
will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which
thou hast set up.” God is able and may deliver us from
death. But even if He does not, we will still not worship
the false gods. If God had not chosen to deliver these men,
we may not have heard of them today, but their names would
be just as exalted in heaven. They did not fear death in the
valley of the shadow of death.
Look up Death and stand before him. He
stands about 24-feet tall although he always crouches over
as if ready to pounce on an unsuspecting victim. At first
glance, he looks like a living shadow. But when you look
closer, you find that you can see into the shadow as if
looking out across the yard on a dark night. You feel that
if you fell over on him that you would fall into the darkest
night. Death may be carrying some of the tools of his trade:
hatred, rebellion, sickness, tragedy, all kinds of sin. His
eyes too are black, but instead of the transparent black of
his body, they are a piercing black that reaches out and
attacks the weak of heart.
Are you ready to face this Death? Do
you know that greater is He that is in you than he that is
in the world? In Christ, even death is not unto death. Jesus
promised, “If a man keep my saying, he shall never taste of
death” (John 8:52). What does this mean? Though all die, are
there those who never taste death? How can this be? In
Hebrews 2:9, we read that Jesus was commissioned so that He
“by the grace of God should taste death for every man.” If
Jesus has tasted death for every man and I accept His gift
of grace, then I need not taste death.
I may partake of death, but I am not
required to taste it. This is difficult to understand, but
it makes certain things clear. I have the victory over death
through Jesus Christ. God may in His time turn me over to
death so that I partake of death. Yet, I do not have to
taste of death. Just as the clothes that went into
Nebuchadnezzar’s fiery furnace did not smell of smoke, so I
can walk through the experience of death without even
tasting it. Jesus has already tasted it for me.
Pastor
David F. Reagan
12-19-06
Greetings in the name of the Lord Jesus,
This afternoon, my family went with me to the cancer doctor
to see where
we were with the cancer diagnosis and treatment. From the
human
standpoint, it all turned out to be bad news. The sarcoma
(cancer) in my
hip joint has already spread to my lungs where there are
several small
tumors in each lung. Although I am not experiencing any
symptoms from
this as of yet, it is only a matter of time without a
turn-around in the
cancer. In addition, my cancer is of the kind they call fast
cancer and
it is at the point where it will continue to spread quickly.
It is at
what is called Stage Four in the development--not good. Only
about half
of the people who are diagnosed with my kind of cancer at
this stage
survive the first year.
Because it is already spreading through the body, surgery is
not an
option at this time. The only chance humanly speaking is to
try to put it
into remission with chemo-therapy and radiation therapy. In
fact, the
doctor told us that with this kind of cancer, they did not
talk about
getting a cure; only putting it into remission. As such, I
am scheduled
to go to the hospital at 9AM in the morning (on Wednesday)
and be
admitted for my first intense treatment with chemo-therapy.
I will
receive one of the two medicines intravenously for 72 hours.
I will
receive the second by injection every two to three hours. I
will be
taking several other medicines to offset the side-effects of
the chemo.
Much will depend on the response of the tumors to the chemo.
If they
shrink considerably with the therapy, it increases my
chances. If they do
not shrink much, then my time may be quite limited.
Although previous bits and pieces of information somewhat
prepared me for
this diagnosis, I will admit that it hit me pretty hard
sitting there
hearing with my own ears this being said to me. This detour
was not in my
plans at all. However, the Lord is good and I am already
reconciling this
as His sweet will. He will not send me through any
temptation that He
will not enable me to endure. Nothing can touch me unless He
allows it.
For much of my life, I have preached about God's wonderful
providence and
His enabling in trials and afflictions (and many other such
things).
Well, this is where the rubber hits the road (as they say).
Either my God
is sufficient unto these things or He is no God at all. If a
man burning
at the stake as a martyr can clap his melted hands in praise
to God, then
surely I can trust God in this fiery trial. I know that His
grace will be
sufficient.
That being said, I do not claim any sort of invincibility
here. This is
truly scary business. I have received such an outpouring of
encouragement
and support that my heart has been overwhelmed at times. I
truly desire
your prayers to God to continue at this time. I want with
all my heart to
go out of this world (whether sooner or later) with the
praise of God on
my lips without having dipped His banner for anything or
anyone. I long
for the chance to serve the Lord longer and ask for prayers
to this end.
However, I also seek prayers for my strength in the Lord,
for my dear
wife who will be caring for me though this, and for Antioch
Baptist
Church. "That, according as it is written, He that glorieth,
let him
glory in the Lord" (1Corinthians 1:31).
Till He comes,
David F. Reagan
12-17-06
I Know Who Holds
Tomorrow: This was a special done by Pastor Reagan at
Antioch shortly after he received the news about his cancer.
12-6-06
Greetings to all,
Since I told everyone that I should be receiving more
information today
on the type of cancer I have, I thought I had better get a
bit of an
update out. As it turns out, we will not know anything
today. In fact, it
may be another two weeks before we know anything. Evidently,
the biopsy
that I had Monday needs a second opinion. The pathologist
sent a sample
off somewhere (I don't know where) to get further analysis.
It is
supposed to take 7 to 10 days to get the report back and our
doctor will
not tell us anything until he has all the test results.
One thing I know is that they did not expect this.
Therefore, it is
likely that the cancer is not of either of the two kinds
they suspected
(that is, of course, only my speculation). Since both of the
cancers they
were looking at are of an especially destructive kind, this
may actually
be good news. Another thing I know: many people are sending
up prayers of
sweet incense to our Holy Father. No matter what God's final
will in all
of this (as I told the church Sunday), I expect to see
extraordinary
things happen during this time. Thank you so much for your
prayers.
One interesting event has already happened. We do not pay a
lot of
attention to attendance at Antioch. We keep attendance roles
and records
but I often will go many weeks without knowing what our
numerical
attendance is. However, we have noticed recently that we
have been
bumping up against 100 on Sunday's but not hitting it. Well,
we had a
crowd this last Sunday and I purposely checked out the
total. As it turns
out, for the first time in the 34+ years of the church for a
regular
service we had over 100. We had 101 to be exact. I count
this as God
saying, You ain't seen nothing yet. The Lord enabled me to
preach a
message on "More Than Conquerors." Since I do not see growth
of an
individual church as the end-all of goals, I believe we will
be seeing
many kinds of blessings during this time. Keep praying.
By the way, tonight we are officially sending out a man to
start the
fourth church to be started out of Antioch during the last
21 years. A
group of believers in Michigan have joined together and have
asked
Brother Grady to come and aid them in planting a new church.
May the Lord
help us to continue to be fruitful and multiply throughout
the land and
around the world.
Till He comes,
Pastor
David F. Reagan
12-1-06
Dear Friends,
The news of my situation is getting out quite rapidly now,
so I thought I
would send out a note--especially since some of you may not
have heard as
of yet. Most of you know that I have been dealing with a
serious hip
problem for some time. Every time it promised to get better,
something
would happen and the problem would still be there. In ways
it has been
getting worse--especially my ability to stand for long
periods of time or
walk even moderate distances. Finally, my doctor decided to
get me some
more tests and I was willing because nothing seemed to be
fully healing
the hip.
The doctor ordered a bone scan for me last Tuesday. The
technician
commented that there was a problem in the hip but could not
tell me what.
They got the doctor's office to do some x-rays the same day.
I was
supposed to have seen my doctor this Tuesday, but got a call
from the
office on Monday that a CT scan had been ordered for me and
I had that
done Tuesday. My doctor's appointment was changed to
Thursday
(yesterday).
Yesterday, the doctor told me that they had found a tumor in
my hip 6cm
wide and 12cm long (about 2 1/2 inches by 5 inches). Also, my
pelvic bone
and some surrounding bones had been eaten away. My pelvis
has been so
weakened that the doctor wants me to start using crutches so
that I will
not break it by walking on it. The problem is clearly a
serious case of
cancer. Beginning today, I will start taking some more tests
to determine
what kind of cancer it is. The doctor thinks it is probably
either renal
cancer or multiple myeloma. From my initial research, it is
clear that
both of these are quite serious forms of cancer. It is hard
to say that
either would be better than the other.
In pursuit of the identity of the cancer, I will have an
ultrasound on
my kidney later this morning--as well as blood and urine
tests. On
Monday, I will get a CT guided biopsy of the tumor. This
coming
Wednesday, I will meet with my doctor once more to see where
we go from
here. [By the way, I am sorry for all the boring detail, but
some people
want it and I thought I could get it to several people at
once this way.]
I do not know how to explain it apart from the Lord, but I
have quickly
received complete peace about the situation. I have always
lived my life
on the assumption that anything that happened to me totally
apart from my
own actions was automatically the will of God for my life.
This
assumption has always served me well. Why worry about those
things that I
truly cannot change. Therefore, I am convinced that this is
of the Lord
for His good.
I have certainly not lived my life for the Lord as I should
have, but I
have not sat on my hands either. If this is the beginning of
the end and
the Lord is going to call me home, then I will accept His
decision and
beat a bunch of you to glory. However, if this trial is one
I am to go
through so that my Lord might get the glory and so that I
might be
transformed into a better servant for the Lord, I am also
willing for
this to occur. I recognize that in the middle of some of the
treatments
or times of dealing with pain that I may not hold firm in
this
conviction, but I have a God who will abide faithful even in
those times
when my faith fails. Though it may sound strange, I in a
real way feel
honored that the Lord would allow me to go through this
trial for His
sake. It is not persecution, but it is in the midst of a
time of service
for Him.
I certainly desire your prayers for all the regular
things--healing,
strength, etc. However, I want to request some other prayers
from each of
you. Pray with me that God will use this (no matter how it
turns out) so
that He might be glorified and so that His works might be
manifest in
this situation. I desire that we and others would be amazed
at what a
wondrous God we have. Pray also that God would use this
experience so
that I might know my Lord as I have never known Him
before--to know the
living God and to see His power and glory; even to know Him
through the
fellowship of His sufferings. Finally, pray that the Lord
would use this
to teach some who count a bit too much on me to count mostly
on God; to
learn of His sufficiency.
I hope that I have not filled your mailbox with information
you did not
want. Also, I want to assure you that I am primed for a
battle for my
life and the ministry the Lord has for me here. To some
small degree I
understand Paul's quandary when he was a "strait betwixt
two." To depart
and to be with Christ is far better, but there are needs of
service to
others that make me want to abide in the flesh for a longer
time. With
time, I am sure that the Lord will clear up the confusion. I
will just
trust in Him the best I know how for now. Thank you for your
prayers and
encouragement. If God's people can be so good to each other
down here,
what a glorious blessing heaven will be! Keep on keeping on
for Jesus.
Till He comes,
Pastor David F. Reagan
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