I talked with my sister Sharon, earlier. She was brimming with good news, faith and God’s healing.
Yes, that’s right…healing.
From Sharon’s heart: “Sis, tell those lovely ladies that I love them and am so thankful for their prayers!”
For those that don’t want the story…you can stop here.
For the others, read on.
So, as you have gathered, Sharon called. Her test results came back. “Nothing remarkable,” was noted on all her blood work, scans, photos…on all the tests they ran… “nothing remarkable”!
Her oncologist told her there would be no operation. There was nothing there to remove. No cancer. They would continue with the next three chemo treatments, because she had to follow protocols. But they would be dialed down. And they will continue to monitor Sharon, but for now, she has a clean bill of cancer health. (Among my dear reading friends, there are mighty prayer warriors! I told Sharon this. These are the best ladies in the world!)
Now, I saw the photos of Sharon’s stomach when they were supposed to surgically remove “the metastized cancer in her belly fat”. When they made the holes in her stomach and took the pictures so they would have an exact idea of what was going on…surgery was cancelled…
…so we had the photos and the surgery nurse explained to us where the uterus was…you just could not see it for all the tumors. You could not see anything for all the tumors. And all this was covered in what looked like raised white-heads on everything in the photos. (Yes, pimply looking things. I really have nothing else to compare it too.) Cancer was all that the eyes could see and surgery would do no good. It covered everything. Her intestines…her bowels, the list goes on.
So, chemo… and they were still giving her only 18 months to live.
I was shouting my hallelujah’s as Sharon continued the conversation. “Sis, I know when God healed me. It was the Midway rest stop between Oklahoma City and Tulsa. I went in to go pee, because I always had to go pee…and once I was inside, I felt this heat burning inside my belly. From there it went down to my feet and then it traveled from my belly up to my brain.
It was so intense all I could do was lean against a wall. I thought I was the only one in there but a woman walked up to me and she was wearing a military camouflaged uniform. (Miss Joyce, God always sends His angels!) She asked me if I was okay. I told her I needed someone to pray with. Would she pray with me?”
“Of course,” she answered.
“So we prayed together and then I told her I felt better. I mean, I felt better! The fire in my body was gone and I no longer had the urge to pee.”
(Okay, at this point I am still dancing around in my chair and shouting “Thank you Jesus!”)
“So, it looks like I have gone from having only 18 months to live to living forever!” (Yes, when she is done with this life, she is living forever that is a given…but I knew what she meant and how she felt…victory was hers!)
My heart right now is so thankful…and full of joy…
…and full of love and thank you’s to all you lovely folk who took of your time and asked for my sister to be blessed.
My prayer for you is from Numbers 6:24-26 New International Version (NIV):
“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
the Lord make His face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn His face toward you
and give you peace.”
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,