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Topic: Blessed (11/29/04)
TITLE: Blessed, Indeed!
By Martha Currington
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During this time I had a “sore throat” that wasn’t getting any better, even with antibiotics. My food begin clinging to my right tonsil area. Occasionally, my tonsil bled when I coughed.
I constantly prayed for healing and requested others to pray. I believe in instant healing the way Jesus healed people while living on earth. If not, then gradual healing by taking antibiotics. This is the way healing had always happened for me.
I visited my doctor. He sent me to a cancer specialist.
All my life I believed that I would never have surgery, because God would just heal me. Now, at the age of sixty, I was facing that possibility. I would have to be put to sleep in the operating room for the biopsy to be done, then surgery if necessary. I was fearful, since I had a heart problem.
Back at home I searched the scriptures and prayed for God’s will, knowing that I was getting weaker and weaker for some reason. I didn’t want surgery, I wanted instant healing! It didn’t happen, so I got down on my knees, bowed my face to the floor and prayed.
After the third time of praying, peace came over me. I had my answer. I must face the unknown...surgery for the first time! I was scared, yet I still claimed my healing as I had done from the beginning. Surgery was scheduled for the next morning. I felt like if I could wake up after the surgery, everything would be alright. This was the focal point of my faith, and I stood on the promise of Jesus, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
I prayed again, asking God to let me live, so I could keep writing for His honor and glory, and take care of Petey, my five month old Chihuahua. I asked that my voice be spared too.
The biopsy , then eight consecutive hours of surgery, was done. The main surgeon removed part of my tongue at the base, my tonsil with an attached tumor, part of my palate, and surrounding area . He also did a wide re-section of my neck, in which he removed twenty-three lymph nodes. One was cancerous. Muscle was removed too.
Then the reconstruction surgeon made a “flap” from tissue, muscle, and vein from my right wrist, and rebuilt the inside of my mouth.. Skin graft came from my right leg.
When I awoke, with family gathered around, it had seemed like a breeze. Yet later I remember thinking, “What have I let them do to me?”
But God had provided wonderful nurses to care for and watch over me, just like angels. One of these angels sang a special song just for me. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit as she ministered to me, and warm tears flowed as I raised my left hand toward heaven in praise. I believe that angels are of different colors. I am white, but my angels were black. They cared for me in one of the darkest times of my life, not letting me give up. Later, we were able to laugh together, especially when in frustration, I managed to blurt out my first word. I could talk! “Oh thank you Lord for restoring my voice! Before I could talk, during some really painful, trying times, I would just mentally say “Jesus” over and over, and He helped me.
It’s been almost seven weeks now since I left the hospital. It certainly took a lot of teamwork to get me to the blessed place that I am. My life has been extended, I am able to swallow liquids, eat soft food, and talk, talk, talk, with my reconstructed, cancer-free mouth.
I have experienced the unknown, with the aid of many team members, including all those prayer warriors, and according to God’s will, and God’s way, received my healing .
Blessed, indeed, yes I am!
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