Today is May 9. Five years ago, on May 9, 2014, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Two days after my diagnosis, my wife and I went to church with our son. On that day the pastor preached a sermon on Romans 8:28. “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” As we left church that morning, we did not know what the future held for us, but we were assured that God would be with us. Three weeks after preaching that sermon, the pastor’s wife died of pancreatic cancer. When I told my boss that I had pancreatic cancer, he was concerned because his father died 6 months after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. My Whipple procedure was done on June 5, 2014. On that day, my brother-in-law was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He lived for another 20 months before the cancer took him. Two years ago, my cousin was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He died 10 days later. My grandpa died before I was born, but last year I found out that he died of heart failure a few days after having surgery for pancreatic cancer. When I was diagnosed, the 5-year survival rate was 5%. Now it is 9%. Today, by God’s grace and because of the help I received from the doctors and nurses at Mayo, I am alive and celebrating life!