It’s been a long time since I’ve posted.  Please forgive me.  It began with an unexpected diagnosis.  Since then I’ve had surgery and radiation.  Now I await on my Lord and the final test results to determine if there are any next steps.

One of the many blessings of this diagnosis is that I now have a new testimony to share with you.  I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that God is still in the miracle-making business.  I’d like to take a minute of your time to tell you about the miracle He performed for me.

Throughout my entire life, I have had extreme difficulty taking medications. Medication always made me sicker rather than better. Over the years, I grew to fear medicine.  In fact, after my breast cancer diagnosis, I told my doctor that I didn’t fear the cancer or the surgery or even dying… I feared the anesthetics and whatever medication she might prescribe for me if I survived.  Little did I know when I told her those words that God would make Himself known through those very fears.

Even as I write this, the story sounds absurd, however, it is the truth.  It actually began about ten years ago when God placed a dear friend in my life who is a research physiologist. While having lunch one day at a restaurant next to my dentist’s office, I shared with her that I became so dreadfully sick after a tenth of a dose of novocaine that I now had crowns put on without anesthetic.

She was intrigued and asked me a few questions.  Then she told me that I probably had a liver deficiency that kept me from metabolizing chemicals.  There was a test that would define my issues. But I never took the test because I was so healthy.

After my breast cancer diagnosis and as my surgery date drew closer, however, I knew I had to have this DNA testing done. We tried to locate someone within MD Anderson who could do the test but could not find anyone to help us. Just two weeks before my scheduled operation, God stepped in to help, and we found that my primary care physician actually carried the testing kits in his office. However, when the nurse took the swab, she warned  that it could take up to 4-6 weeks to receive the results.

Miraculously, just eleven days later… and 36-hours before my scheduled surgery, I received the test results. They showed that I did, in fact, have several genetic liver issues. I called my friend.  God stepped in with another miracle.  My friend told me that she goes to church with a pharma expert. Late that night, the two of them worked up an anesthesia protocol to bypass my liver issues.

It was proof again that God always shows up… maybe not when I want Him to, but He’s always on time!

In yet another miracle, the hospital anesthesiologists agreed to use this anesthetic protocol during my surgery. I am still on this planet because of it. My surgeon confirmed that my liver issues are so severe that had the anesthesiologist used the normal sedation on me, I probably would not have made it off the operating table alive.

My testimony is an example of God giving me what I needed most… not what I asked for. I had asked for the tumor to be taken from me so that surgery would not be necessary.  Instead God gave me the miracle of my surviving the surgery and now knowing why I have had so many problems taking medications.  It has been life changing. In Romans 8:28, God promises that He will turn all things to good for those who love Him… even a cancer diagnosis.

As I await my final test results, I admit that I fight the fear of what might happen if the doctors suggest my taking chemotherapy or some other medication.  To combat that fear, I stand on God’s Promises and reassure my heart with the knowledge that He has already shown Himself to be true.  He has performed miracles on my behalf to compensate for my liver weakness.  I praise God for Who He Is.  I know He will show up again… and I know it will be in a miraculous way.

Each time He said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.  2 Corinthians 12:9-11 (NLT)