In the blog a couple of days ago, I told the story of Julie, who had been diagnosed with cancer the week before I met her on Monday. If you read back over that part of the blog, you’ll know that the tumour in her breast had shrunk considerably by the next morning, and she’d slept. Also, that she was due to go the Oncologist yesterday, to get the results of tests, including a biopsy and scan, and with surgery already scheduled for next week.
The Oncologist told her that the tests had shown it was a very aggressive tumour, advanced third stage cancer, and that Tuesday, she would have a mastectomy. Obviously, not being a lady, I can’t imagine what that prospect does to you: I can only try and imagine. I know what it did for a young lady, daughter of friends, in Romania, 23 years old, who faced the same prognosis about a month ago: she said she’d ‘rather die than lose her breast’ – over the phone, I managed to convince her that life was more important, and that I’d try and raise the money for her treatment.
Julie then told him what had happened on Monday, that she’d been prayed for, and that the tumour had all but disappeared. After checking, the prognosis had changed! Julie will now go into hospital Tuesday morning for minor surgery to remove what’s left of the tumour (that’s if there’s anything left by then – I’m believing NOTHING will be left) and be home Tuesday afternoon….
It means she’ll hardly have to be away from her four children, and husband Andrew… God’s amazing, isn’t he??!!
As my trip to Romania was cancelled at the last minute, due to a death in the family I’d have been staying with, I may well be back in Londonderry on Monday to pray for more people, along with Davy King: because of all that’s happened there in the past couple of months, expectation rises – and is currently very high! – for God to do more….