Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:03 am
Truth in Healing
My husband, Bill, is healthy man, a very positive man, a man who loves life and everyone in it. One day he wasn’t feeling right. He went to doctors that said it was probably stress from work. As months went by, he was in excruciating pain. He finally found a doctor who would listen and went in for a scan in the morning and by 3 o’clock in the afternoon, as I was calling 911, the doctor called on the other line telling us to get to the ER…ASAP. He had a very rare tumor the size of a grapefruit cutting off his bladder and colon and was given 48 hours to live if they couldn’t get the pressure off. He survived those 48 hours. Miracle?
After a week in the hospital, he then had to go through chemo treatments. And if anyone knows anything about chemo, you know, it sucks the very life out of your mind and eats up your body….because it is poison. He was very weak and sick. He was scared. He was “out of it” doped up on pain meds. He was bedridden with only a 1% chance of survival. But he survived that round of chemo. Miracle?
When that tumor was gone and they did tests on him again, they found prostate cancer. They did radiation (and burned him) and gave him pills to kill the cancer, and took the sex drive away. He was a very angry person. They gave him a 0% chance of ever having sex again. But he survived the radiation and sex slowly came back. Miracle?
Months went by. Bill went back in for more tests and then was told he had colon cancer and there was nothing they could do about it because it was so advanced. And the only option was to take everything out (colon and bladder and everything else down that way). He refused. A research doctor decided to try some experimental chemo, but there were no guarantees it would work. It was like living with a monster. The stuff was so toxic it changed the way he looked…inside out…sores, the stench was unbearable, massive weight loss, skin falling off, trips to the ER, and all his back teeth rotted out. He was bedridden and some what quarantined. I could not touch him and when I did, I broke out in sores on my hands. One night a vessel in his face broke and he lost over a pint of blood; (A side effect of the chemo.) They had just opened up a new ER a mile down the road. If it wasn’t for that…they said he would have never made it. He suffered a lot and would sometimes beg God to take his life. Instead, he woke up one morning and said the cancer is gone. He survived that episode of cancer. His tests were “perfect.” The doctors even did the tests twice because they thought there was a mistake. Miracle?
Three years, three cancers, good days, bad days, scary days, awesome days; it was an immeasurable emotional and physical roller coaster ride for the both of us. In this third cancer episode, Bill repented and made right with God. I also returned to Jesus after years of suffering from toxic faith, depression, anxiety/panic and addictions; turning so far God to the point of hating Him. But we survived. We both repented and rededicated our lives. Miracle?
After months of starting a new life, new walk with Christ, Bill went in for tests and they said he had rectal cancer and was terminal and gave him 6 months to live. A major emotional blow to our new found Faith. One doctor decided to try more chemo. He almost died from that round and the doctors said he could never have anymore due to the fact his veins are burned and physically just couldn’t handle it. That it would probably kill him next time. They labeled him as “incurable”. Which means the chemo stopped the rectal tumor from growing, but if starts growing again, then it will be “terminal.” With all the side effects that comes with getting chemo and continues to have after treatments: the puking, the loss of control of bodily functions, the noticeable physical changes, the mood swings, the depression, the days of pure exhaustion, the loss of all modesty, jobs and friends, and the stress of huge financial debt from medical bills, he is dealing with it and surviving and has good and sometimes “awe”some days. We both are. Miracle?
Two months ago, he went in for tests. The doctor said the cancer was not there that it was nothing short of a “miracle” and is dumbfounded how a man can survive such physical torture. But he survived. Miracle?
They told him……48 hours to live, rare unknown cancer, 4 years ago, 1% chance of surviving, 0% of ever being a “husband” again, 3 other cancers, labeled incurable and possibly 6 months terminal…. with ER trips, and kissing death a few times, body rotting away, suffering emotionally and “they” said he wouldn’t survive. But he did. Miracle?
Looking at my husband now (and I admit seems overnight), you would never know he went through any of that. People have seen him at his worse and now see him and are shocked. He is cancer free. MIRACLE? PROVEN YES WITHOUT A DOUBT!!
In the past 15 months, we had 5 of our closest friends died of cancer and they suffered painfully. While we grieve and go through what we have been told as “survivor’s guilt.” We will never know why God chose to take them and give my husband numerous miracles which unfortunately some “outsiders” have questioned the seriousness of his illness. I have no answer for them. I can not explain miracles. I try not to question God. He has a plan. He knows our purpose. All I know… is through our sufferings (though at times seemed inconsolable), Bill and I have grown closer to God (and each other) and have learned, seen, expected, hoped for, in God’s healing powers and not only our bodies, but our minds, souls, our purpose, our Salvation and our walk with HIM. And for that, I give Jesus (our Lord, our Savior, our Healer) all the Glory. And that is all I can do.
Scriptures I read, meditate on, believe and have Faith in.
Psalm 41:3 …The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness.
Psalm 71:20 … Though You have made me see troubles, many and bitter, You will restore my life again;
Isaiah 38:16-17…You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In Your love You kept me from the pit of destruction; You have put all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death cannot sing Your praise.
Philippians 2:26… Indeed he was ill and almost died. But God had mercy on him, and not on him only but also on me, to spare me sorrow upon sorrow.
Psalm 116:1 … I love the Lord, for He heard my voice, He heard my cry for mercy.
JESUS SAID BY HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALED
Jesus heals the “sick” ( Luke 7:1-10)
Jesus heals the “dying” (Luke 8:40-48)
Jesus heals the “dead” (Luke 7:11-15)
Jesus heals the “buried” (John 11:1-45)
Jesus heals the “extinction” of humans (John 20)
BE REALISTIC AND EXPECT A MIRACLE
I want to thank all of you who have prayed for us, who have kept me from going out of mind through all this, and for all the unconditonal/forgiving LOVE that I can not even put into words (especially from Bry.) Thank you and I will continue to pray for "miracles" in all of you.
My husband, Bill, is healthy man, a very positive man, a man who loves life and everyone in it. One day he wasn’t feeling right. He went to doctors that said it was probably stress from work. As months went by, he was in excruciating pain. He finally found a doctor who would listen and went in for a scan in the morning and by 3 o’clock in the afternoon, as I was calling 911, the doctor called on the other line telling us to get to the ER…ASAP. He had a very rare tumor the size of a grapefruit cutting off his bladder and colon and was given 48 hours to live if they couldn’t get the pressure off. He survived those 48 hours. Miracle?
After a week in the hospital, he then had to go through chemo treatments. And if anyone knows anything about chemo, you know, it sucks the very life out of your mind and eats up your body….because it is poison. He was very weak and sick. He was scared. He was “out of it” doped up on pain meds. He was bedridden with only a 1% chance of survival. But he survived that round of chemo. Miracle?
When that tumor was gone and they did tests on him again, they found prostate cancer. They did radiation (and burned him) and gave him pills to kill the cancer, and took the sex drive away. He was a very angry person. They gave him a 0% chance of ever having sex again. But he survived the radiation and sex slowly came back. Miracle?
Months went by. Bill went back in for more tests and then was told he had colon cancer and there was nothing they could do about it because it was so advanced. And the only option was to take everything out (colon and bladder and everything else down that way). He refused. A research doctor decided to try some experimental chemo, but there were no guarantees it would work. It was like living with a monster. The stuff was so toxic it changed the way he looked…inside out…sores, the stench was unbearable, massive weight loss, skin falling off, trips to the ER, and all his back teeth rotted out. He was bedridden and some what quarantined. I could not touch him and when I did, I broke out in sores on my hands. One night a vessel in his face broke and he lost over a pint of blood; (A side effect of the chemo.) They had just opened up a new ER a mile down the road. If it wasn’t for that…they said he would have never made it. He suffered a lot and would sometimes beg God to take his life. Instead, he woke up one morning and said the cancer is gone. He survived that episode of cancer. His tests were “perfect.” The doctors even did the tests twice because they thought there was a mistake. Miracle?
Three years, three cancers, good days, bad days, scary days, awesome days; it was an immeasurable emotional and physical roller coaster ride for the both of us. In this third cancer episode, Bill repented and made right with God. I also returned to Jesus after years of suffering from toxic faith, depression, anxiety/panic and addictions; turning so far God to the point of hating Him. But we survived. We both repented and rededicated our lives. Miracle?
After months of starting a new life, new walk with Christ, Bill went in for tests and they said he had rectal cancer and was terminal and gave him 6 months to live. A major emotional blow to our new found Faith. One doctor decided to try more chemo. He almost died from that round and the doctors said he could never have anymore due to the fact his veins are burned and physically just couldn’t handle it. That it would probably kill him next time. They labeled him as “incurable”. Which means the chemo stopped the rectal tumor from growing, but if starts growing again, then it will be “terminal.” With all the side effects that comes with getting chemo and continues to have after treatments: the puking, the loss of control of bodily functions, the noticeable physical changes, the mood swings, the depression, the days of pure exhaustion, the loss of all modesty, jobs and friends, and the stress of huge financial debt from medical bills, he is dealing with it and surviving and has good and sometimes “awe”some days. We both are. Miracle?
Two months ago, he went in for tests. The doctor said the cancer was not there that it was nothing short of a “miracle” and is dumbfounded how a man can survive such physical torture. But he survived. Miracle?
They told him……48 hours to live, rare unknown cancer, 4 years ago, 1% chance of surviving, 0% of ever being a “husband” again, 3 other cancers, labeled incurable and possibly 6 months terminal…. with ER trips, and kissing death a few times, body rotting away, suffering emotionally and “they” said he wouldn’t survive. But he did. Miracle?
Looking at my husband now (and I admit seems overnight), you would never know he went through any of that. People have seen him at his worse and now see him and are shocked. He is cancer free. MIRACLE? PROVEN YES WITHOUT A DOUBT!!
In the past 15 months, we had 5 of our closest friends died of cancer and they suffered painfully. While we grieve and go through what we have been told as “survivor’s guilt.” We will never know why God chose to take them and give my husband numerous miracles which unfortunately some “outsiders” have questioned the seriousness of his illness. I have no answer for them. I can not explain miracles. I try not to question God. He has a plan. He knows our purpose. All I know… is through our sufferings (though at times seemed inconsolable), Bill and I have grown closer to God (and each other) and have learned, seen, expected, hoped for, in God’s healing powers and not only our bodies, but our minds, souls, our purpose, our Salvation and our walk with HIM. And for that, I give Jesus (our Lord, our Savior, our Healer) all the Glory. And that is all I can do.
Scriptures I read, meditate on, believe and have Faith in.
Psalm 41:3 …The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness.
Psalm 71:20 … Though You have made me see troubles, many and bitter, You will restore my life again;
Isaiah 38:16-17…You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In Your love You kept me from the pit of destruction; You have put all my sins behind Your back. For the grave cannot praise You, death cannot sing Your praise.
Philippians 2:26… Indeed he was ill and almost died. But God had mercy on him, and not on him only but also on me, to spare me sorrow upon sorrow.
Psalm 116:1 … I love the Lord, for He heard my voice, He heard my cry for mercy.
JESUS SAID BY HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALED
Jesus heals the “sick” ( Luke 7:1-10)
Jesus heals the “dying” (Luke 8:40-48)
Jesus heals the “dead” (Luke 7:11-15)
Jesus heals the “buried” (John 11:1-45)
Jesus heals the “extinction” of humans (John 20)
BE REALISTIC AND EXPECT A MIRACLE
I want to thank all of you who have prayed for us, who have kept me from going out of mind through all this, and for all the unconditonal/forgiving LOVE that I can not even put into words (especially from Bry.) Thank you and I will continue to pray for "miracles" in all of you.