I know I left some of you hanging with my last post. I most definitely didn't want to scare anyone, but I did want to encourage you that when you receive really bad news, not to fret. Circumstances can change. Miracles can happen. Praise our good Lord that I got to experience a miracle a few days ago.
A few weeks back my mom asked if she could stop by during the week to share some news. When she delivered the news it was not what Steven and I expected whatsoever. It stopped our whole world. She had been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Her prognosis didn't look promising. She was told the cancerous tissue was fluid filled. More than likely that fluid would leak causing the cancer to spread to her other organs. We were devastated.
When you hear news like this, Satan does some pretty nasty things to you. Some of my immediate thoughts were horrendous. It was hard to look across at my mom and not hug on her. It was hard to let her walk out the door without me hanging onto her. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this before, but my mom and I are close. Two peas in a pod. There is rarely a day that goes by that I don't talk with her.
That night, every time I was up nursing Littlest Man, I cried. Honestly, I bawled. I sat there letting my thoughts get the best of me. I never spoke them out loud, but they were awful. After that night, I got smart. I began praying scriptures on healing, reminding God of what His Word says. Then I thanked Him for her complete healing. (You can read the specific verse that spoke to me the greatest here)
The following Monday after she broke the news to us, I sat at the oncologist with her. His review of her body scan and evaluation gave us hope. However, he agreed the mass needed to come out and she would undergo a hysterectomy.
Her surgery was Wednesday. Every single time the phone rang, I was on it like white on rice. When the call finally came from her husband, he shared that the results of the mass had come back. It was not cancerous. She was completely healthy and whole.
Some people believe she was misdiagnosed, but I know she was healed. I know what God told me in my prayers. When I would settle myself enough to listen to His Words, my spirit heard His Voice. It said, "She is healed." My mom also agrees with me. When her pastor and others at her church laid hands on her to pray for healing the Sunday before her surgery, she felt a warm glow inside her body near the area of the mass. God had touched her.
I tell her story because glory be to God that your circumstances can change. Her circumstances changed. Instead of spending the summer sitting with my mom through chemo treatments, I will be sitting poolside with her as usual. Instead of fearing seeing my mom without her hair, I was able to brush her hair in the hospital knowing it would stay. Instead of looking at my kids hoping they would remember their Grammy, I know they will have a long life with her.
God is GOOD. He is always GOOD. He does not bring harm to us. He has a plan and a place for us. Unfortunately, there is an enemy that rules this world. One day, Satan will not be able to touch us with sicknesses or diseases or hurts, but until that time I will remain thankful for God's healing powers.
Now, here's my mom, in all her glory. Beautiful, healthy, and whole...