 In end-August 2000, I was diagnosed with colon cancer
and was scheduled for surgery to remove
part of my colon. But it wasn't just my colon. My doctor
suspected that the cancer had spread to
other parts of my body. And through a series of ultrasound
tests, they diagnosed that there was a
nodule in my liver. In early September, after I had undergone surgery to my colon, my doctor did
a CT scan to
take a more detailed cross-section of my liver in the
area of the suspected nodule.
It was about this time
that a couple who knew of my case. Nancy and Caleb
Lee, told me of a wonderful ministry that one such
Pastor Tay Cheng Kee had in a church called Bethesda
Cathedral. They
shared of the many who have been so richly blessed
through his prayers for healing and encouraged
me to visit the church. They also helped me by calling
and informing Pastor Tay about my circumstances.
My husband, Martin and
l met up with Pastor Tay on Wednesday, 29 September.
He struck me as
a humble and friendly man; and we immediately felt
at ease with him. And then he prayed for me, a
very simple yet very commanding prayer of God's power.
I was overwhelmed by God's love for me, and the verse "...by His wounds I'm healed" came to mind. With my eyes closed, l
saw flashes of light and an image of Christ on the
cross even as Pastor Tay
prayed. This bright light slowly turned into the shape
of a heart. When I saw these images, I was
overwhelmed by God's love for me, and the verse "...by
His wounds I'm healed" came to mind.
Pastor continued to pray further, commanding all the cancerous cells in my body
to die. It was at this
moment that l felt a warm sensation in my chest, moving
down to the area just above my stomach.
I later realised that this was the position of my liver
I knew for a fact then, that God had touched and
healed me.
On our way home, Martin too shared that he sensed God's
complete healing for me. It was while Pastor was praying
that the
story of Jesus commanding a barren fig tree to die crossed
his
mind. Like the useless tree, Martin sensed that God's
command for
the disease to die was a sure thing.
The following morning, I
saw my oncologist about the results of my
CT scan. There was good news: The nodule that had been
detected on the ultrasound had 'disappeared' and in its
place were three black, 1 cm-sized spots.
My oncologist could not tell why this was so. He did
a further blood test called a cancer marker check, and
found that the level had dropped from a former level
of 10.8 to 2.2,
a drastic fail into the normal range (<3.5).
Praise God, for surely He
was in charge here!
Thank you Jesus. |
