I heard my parish priest say in a sermon to "Ask God through the name of Jesus his son for help" so I did. I re-heard the story of the woman in the bible who had uterine bleeding and had touched the hem of the robe of Jesus and was healed by her faith, I could not do it actually, but I did do it mentally and through prayers. I re-heard the bible story of the paralytic who was lowered through the roof by his friends to see Jesus and how he was healed by his friends' faith. I prayed, my family prayed, my friends prayed..even friends of friends and people who never met me prayed
I had my surgery last Wednesday. It was the robotic kind. 5 small incisions in my abdomen and my RN friend Susan assured me "You don't want to know the rest!" It went smoothly and since the cancer/surgery floor was full, they hauled me up to the maternity floor for a room. I wish I could have seen my husband's face when he got there. He said they gave him a floor number and he asked the nurses at the desk (of the obviously maternity floor) "Is my wife here?" They asked him, "Did she have a baby?" He said, "Nooooo?" LOL. They found me. The nurses were great and the room I assume was much more cheerful. I went home the next day.
I got a call yesterday from the hospital with my results from the pathologist. No cancer in any of my removed "bits". Zero cancer. Healthy uterus. The nurse said that is extremely rare. I could at this point believe that somehow the D&C "got it all" or that despite all the tests there was some sort of mistake. I prefer to believe in God's healing grace. I am by no means saying I am worthy of a miracle or healing and certainly not more worthy than others who have suffered and died from cancer. I am just telling my story.. that I believe that each of us have miracles happen in our lives daily and that for ME I cannot ignore it. Thank all of you who prayed for me and saved me by your faith. Bless you. Praise the Lord!