Life is not straightforward, sometimes it takes strange paths. At the same time, it does not ask for meaning. Thus, a stroke of health fate, a cancer disease, happened to me like a tornado. I went through a protracted ordeal with unprecedented pain until near death. How could I escape from these agonies, what could modern medical art do? In what way did pastoral care support me? At least I felt a straw, but how did this illness scenario turn out in real terms? A nurse spoke to me halfway through, "What you are going through is fit for a movie."