CFC embroidered on my chest

I’m a Champion for Christ, none can contest

I continue to sport my chemo cape

Advertising I’m blessed

Jesus, my reason, I must confess

My stride is long and my faith stands strong

As I stroll through Miami Cancer Institute, I’m reminded this battle wasn’t lifelong

Jesus has healed me so trusting in Him, I couldn’t go wrong

This cape has set me apart from the rest…

I’m a Champion for Christ, so wearing my chemo cape is how that’s expressed

The “S” is a symbol of hope Superman wears on his chest

His red cape makes him stand out as though he’s the best

But once he’s exposed to the red sun, he becomes weak

He needs the yellow sun to keep him up on his feet

Well, I am no superhero, but I know where my strength lies

The Holy Spirit is my power and in which I abide

Unlike Superman, my strength isn’t dependent on the Sun,

It’s proclaiming the Son of God with the confession of my tongue

Superman’s energy is depleted from Kryptonite and his defenses fall weak

Yet, I got the strength of the Holy Spirit, which keeps me grounded and complete

My birthday celebration, the chemo staff gifted me a red cape

It’s my reminder of Jesus’s shed blood that covers all my mistakes

There’s no magic in me wearing a cape

It’s believing that Jesus Christ is my only escape

The woman who touched Jesus’s garment in Mark 9:20 was made whole

Her blood ceased and her spirit consoled

So I wear a cape as a reminder that my God is in control

By His grace, He covers me and makes me whole

I’ll remain a Champion For Christ

despite all my test

God chose to use me…

I believe He knows what’s best!



Young, vibrant, and physically fit...Patrice is living life! Married to a devoted, God-fearing man, who not only loves the Lord but loves his wife just as Christ loved the church. Keeping Christ interwoven at the center of our marriage, we are reminded that, “Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves, but a cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” With a very fulfilling and rewarding profession, teaching is my passion. I absolutely love and adore my fourth grade darlings. Seeing the sparkle in their eyes when they are ecstatic about doing a fun project or their expression of excitement when they have done well on a test. But the truth is, nothing warms my heart more than when they tell me that I’m the BEST teacher they’ve ever had! Let’s just put it out there that going on a memorable and unforgettable vacation makes life worthwhile. Experiencing the food, the culture, the scenery, the that’s living! This was the year we were going to Spain and Portugal. On a past summer vacation, we enjoyed 21 glorious days with our daughter and son traveling throughout Italy. As my vacation planning was on the way, my hubby suggested that we skip a trip this year and focus on the renovations we had already started on our home. Reluctantly, I had to agree with him. With the kitchen completely gutted and confined to living in the family room as a result of the whole house being retiled, junk foods and take outs became my specialty. During this time of renovation unrest, the various symptoms I began to experience all seemed like just the regular ailments that resulted from poor nutrition and diet. After all, Cheetos, Crunch and Munch, and Goobers were all my cravings of choice after a long day’s work. Symptoms of gassiness, constipation, and gas pains that I started experiencing, I figured would have gone away once my unhealthy eating choices changed. Well, it was not until I witnessed my stomach bloating up and that unbearable feeling of abdominal fullness that my husband suggested I go get it checked out because something didn’t seem right. The sight of my stomach was enough proof that this was MORE than just gas pain! I figured I would confess to the doctor that I haven’t been eating healthy as of late, hence the reasons for my discomforts. Instead, “You have Stage 3 Ovarian Cancer” became my new reality. I was bombarded with treatment plans, appointment dates, endless procedures, and the opportunity to participate in a clinical trial. I decided after hearing my diagnosis that I would stand firm on the Word of God and not on the word of man and their statistics for my recovery. No fear! No crying! No self-pity! No questions asked, “Why me Lord?” Instead, I lifted my hands to Heaven and said, “Lord, I surrender this sickness to You because in my weakness You are strong and this battle is Yours to fight.” With God fighting my battle, I knew I was already victorious. I was ready to put on the full armor of God in order to stand firm with the belt of truth. I must be geared with the breastplate of righteousness, having my feet planted and fitted with the readiness of the gospel of peace. I would pick up my shield of faith, take up my helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit; the Word of God. Come with me on my faith-based journey to cancer recovery. I hope you will find courage to face your own “giants” and be encouraged by the strength I have found in relying solely on the Healer and not the healing.


    1. It’s amazing and so inspiring to know that I have such an army of God-fearing believers praying for me. I can’t express enough how blessed I feel and how very thankful I am to you for ALL your continued prayers.💕

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