In 2004 I spent the whole year working on a deal to buy a building in Nutley, NJ, for our martial arts school. Two weeks before the closing, the owner got a divorce and the deal felt through. We still had to pay the attorney fees and the small business loan fees.
I am also a mother to four children and have been married for thirteen years. Our children range from ten years old to eighteen years old. My husband and I were operating two businesses full time during that time. I had been prviously diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and had surgery to remove the right side of my thyroid gland. Everything went great except that I have to be on medication for the rest of my life.
During these times, the pressure was building upon me to be a wife, mother, business woman, daughter and older sister. My husband was so involved with the second business that I couldn't count on him for support. Some people were even questioning the loan agent from the SBA loan if he was really going to get us this loan. I wasn't an American Citizen at that time, however my husband was . After I had done all this work for nothing, my body reacted to all these pressures.
I started to bleed and big masses of blood were coming out of me. It felt like I was dying, some days I felt so weak and I was afraid that I was going to bleed to death. I went to my doctor and he did some test and the results were fine. My doctor sent me to my gynecologist and he did more test including an Ultrasound and the result was that I have a cyst but it dissolved by itself. I was still bleeding constantly and now it has been a year bleeding or spotting constantly. I had to carry hygienic pads all the times, and as a wife I couldn't function properly, although my husband Jose was very understanding. My family and I are members at Agape Family Worship Center and at one of the services the church had a guest Pastor (I can't recall his name). The guest Pastor made an altar call to all that were sick and I stepped up to the call with faith that I would be cured. One of the elders at my church laid hands on my lower abdomen and prayed for God to heal me. I fell to the floor. I don't remember how long I was on the floor. After I woke up, I went back to my seat with the belief that I was healed. A few days later the bleeding stopped and I thank God for healing me. I have been healed ever since then, and I share this experience with anyone who's looking for a miracle.
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