Now is the time for God’s wonderful miracle… it’s been a lovely few days with the wonderful Mironov family: time in the hospital with Sergey, Svetlana, and Mary, and, a lot of Saturday, with the family of Svetlana, who also live in Melbourne.
God’s been sustaining faith, hope, and trust: even in the face of negative medical reports. God was so good on Saturday, encouraging dear Svetlana with healings for her dad, her mum, Mary, Svetlana herself, a demonstration, if you like, that he loves and cares for the family immensely. That, of course, includes Sergey.
I had the privilege of being with them a lot over the last few days, it’s the reason of course that I came to Australia last Wednesday. Sergey’s strength, faith, and determination, is wonderful to see. Yesterday, because he still had some bloating in his stomach – even though he’s felt well – the doctors decided to give him another CT scan. I felt honoured that they allowed me to stay when the doctor came and delivered’ the result. Humanly, it was not only ‘not good’, it could have been devastating.
Sergey had keyhole surgery on Tuesday, to by-pass the blockade that the tumour had caused in the opening to his bowel: it went well, and it meant that (theoretically) he could have more chemotherapy. Is that a blessing when you’ve had a lot, and it’s done nothing other than debilitate you? Probably not. Also, there was the possibility of receiving a trial drug, which can – or not – work.
The CT scan disposed of those options. Leaving – humanly and medically – no other options. So I was there when the doctor (bless her, I wouldn’t want her job) delivered the ‘it’s the end’ speech… ‘go home, we’ll give you pain medication, antibiotics… you won’t be able to eat, drink if you can, and be with your family for these last few days’…..
Into my spirit – not my head, as I don’t know I’d have said it if I’d been able to process it – came ‘This is the end of the human story. The beginning of the supernatural one’. All the time it’s possible to cling to ‘more chemo, trial drug, etc’. it can alleviate the ‘need’ for belief in a miracle. So I honoured to be with them, and speak words of life, faith, hope, and future, into this lovely family. Please keep praying: they really ARE a very precious family. I feel very close to them, perhaps not surprising when someone is with a family when the spirit of death rears its ugly head again over their lives.
I’ve heard from Sergey this morning (I’m in Singapore now, on my way home: boy, I wish I was staying in Melbourne longer now). He feels better. His tummy is still bloated, but the pain is less. Guess that alone has surprised the doctors, finding it better today. The miracle has begun….