Pancreatic Cancer.The pain was intense but could be controlled with medication, however it got worse each day. Soon medication did not make a difference. Testing went on for months, six long months to be exact. Finally the test results were in and the prognosis was not good - it was Pancreatic Cancer. Immediately the doctors wanted to remove the malignant tumor. My life seemed dark and dreary. I knew I had my Jesus to hold on to but I think I was trying to help Him fix it. I had faith, or did I? I still had my life to live, children to raise, places to go, people to see and this was just not a good time to have - well, this dreaded disease. It just wasn't the right time in my young life to be facing death. Checking into the hospital was such a hard task because I had no idea if checking out would be an option. The morning of the operation, my mom called to comfort me. Her exact words were, "Honey, I prayed. Don't be afraid because everything is just alright". Oh it was sweet, sweet music in my ears but did she know something I didn't know? I tried but the fear could not be shaken. Everything was as scheduled but one thing. Where was my doctor? We waited and waited.............. Finally it became common knowledge on the floor that the doctor had been in a serious accident and would not be doing the operation. Of course another doctor was on call. And he apologized for being unfamiliar with the case and stated he had to run his own series of test to be fair to both me and him. I thanked him for being compassionate but was this a blessing? I was wheeled down to x-ray where he begin testing. The pain was excruciating and it was very hard for me to move. The doctor had me drink this enormous jug of water, did the x-ray and found nothing. Somewhat dazed he repeated the procedure and again found nothing. Meanwhile, can't remember when or how, the pain was gone. The doctor apologized yet another time, this time for the amount of water already consumed and because now we must do the test one last time. You guessed it, nothing showed up on this test either. And guess what? The pain, Praise God, was completely gone, even when the doctor pushed on the sore spot. We were both in awe at what had transformed. The doctor apologized again only this time he said he didn't know why he was apologizing. Apologies weren't necessary at this point because the operation had already been performed. My mom had prayed. And she was absolutely right. Everything was alright. My mom has gone on to be with Jesus, but I want to say it anyway."Thank you Mom, you were right" I WAS HEALED. All praise, all honor, all glory is given to you Lord!. Blessed be His Holy and Mighty Name.
I went for follow up testing one time and was released with a clean bill of health. Each year my tests have been negative. When Our Father does something he does it in a Mighty way. |