My life changed at 4:22 pm on April 7, 2015. As I was washing dishes, the Holy Spirit very distinctly and clearly said, call the hospital. I immediately stopped what I was doing and called to get the results of my stereotactic biopsy on April 1. I was expecting a call from them the day before, but that didn’t happen.
I’m so glad I listened to the voice of the Lord speaking to me. A radiologist whose name I can’t remember and whose horrible demeanor I shall never forget said, “I was asked to give you these results.” She then said, “you’re not driving, are you?” Really? What lady? In my mind, I’m thinking, just spit it out. God has already prepared me for what you’re going to say. Then, she uttered the big “C” word—CANCER. She said the results from the biopsy came back positive, and the tumor is in the milk ducts, and it is “in situ,” which means it’s in the original place. Now, do you have any questions?
What? That’s it. That’s ALL she said!
She said, well, the radiologist who performed the biopsy is not in the hospital, and I was just pulled into this to give you these results.
As she coldly reminded me she wasn’t familiar with my primary physician, she asked again if I had any questions and said she could refer me to one of the surgeons since that was the next likely step. Nope. Madam, you can’t refer me to anybody.
Later that evening, after my husband got home from work, I told him. In his words, the news hit him like a punch to the gut. He said that’s not the outcome I prayed for. (Sidebar, dear, it’s never the outcome anyone prays for). I told him I was fine. I know that everybody wants to say God is a healer and a deliverer, but no one wants to be the test case to prove it. I told him that I always remind people to keep their focus on the Word. It’s what I would have to do now.
April 8, I awoke to a new morning and renewed strength. A dear friend and I had prayed much of the night. The people closest to me, who I pray for and with, were all informed that we had a new mission, and this time it was ME. The fight has begun. I know this: The LORD is faithful. He promised never to leave or forsake me. He promised that when I go through the fire, I will not burn, and when I went through the waters, I would not drown. Therefore, I am and shall be all good. I am thankful that the Lord loves me enough to give me a passage of Scripture from which all prayers will begin. Mark 11:22-24
This is what I know for sure: Isa. 40:8 – The grass withers, the flowers fade, BUT God’s Word stands FOREVER.
I am not going to hide. I will not give the enemy any ammunition, nor will I steal God’s glory, because even in this, I still have my testimony that God is good. God is a healer. God is my deliverer, my refuge, and my strength; therefore, I shall not fear.
After a massive hematoma, three surgeries in 30 days, and six weeks of radiation, here I am seven years later, cancer free. I am a living testimony of God’s goodness and His promises coming to pass. I have had exposure to and experience with the Father’s healing power.
