His Protection

In all, I went through 3 rounds of chemotherapy (which was very little). I had a very bad infection during my second round of chemotherapy, so much so that I really thought I was going to die. So when it came to my third round, I was truly frightened.

2 nights before the administration of the drug, I had a very disturbing dream. I dreamt that I was in this room full of patients on life-sustaining machines and I was one of them. A man walked towards my bed, grabbed an air tube at the machine and tried to rip it out. Suddenly, I felt so suffocated I couldn't breathe. I struggled like this for a while and then woke up.

The next day, I called a friend who prayed through that dream with me. And we felt that God was trying to forewarn me of an attack which the evil one intended on my life. I panicked and thought it was all too dramatic to be true of course.

But nevertheless, I called several friends to cover me in prayer through this period. A normal cycle of chemotherapy treatment for me meant that my blood counts would drop after the first week when drug was administered for a period of about 2 weeks before it picked up again to complete the cycle. During these 2 weeks, it was crucial not to be infected as a common flu was enough to kill me since my body would have very little resistance to diseases.

A bout 2 weeks after the drug was administered, I went to the hospital for my check-up, expecting of course to do the usual, get a blood transfusion and all that. But then the count check came back and my counts had already started to pick up! That was good news for me It meant that my days of fearing an infection were fast coming to an end.

Just when I thought that the dream was perhaps a figment of my imagination, I fell sick with a very bad flu virus almost 5 days later. It took me 2 weeks to heal. And I realised that if my counts hadn't gone up a week earlier, that flu would posibly have killed me.

 

His Face

In January, doctors did a check on my bone marrow for cancer cells. I cannot describe how painful it was. Apart from the fact that there was no anaesthetic for the bone, it was probably because the chemotherapy had made my bone marrow dry and that was why it was difficult to do the extraction required. By the end of it all, I was crying and shaking uncontrollably from the pain.

When I got home, my parents helped me to my bed and left me to rest. There was a very dull aching pain still and I just couldn't stop thinking why God hadn't reduced the whole ordeal somewhat.

Then I felt a depression by the side of my bed, kind of like when someone sits down beside you. And I turned my face from the wall and saw a man sitting by my bedside. There were scars on his palms and he said, "I have come to take away the pain." And then, I rolled over and slept.

When I woke up 10 minutes later, none of the pain was there. Even after the anaesthetic for the flesh wore off, there was no pain. It was like I never went for the bone marrow check.

There are so many more testimonies to share. But it is impossible for me to put it all here. I pray that what has been shared in the last 2 pages will be a source of encouragement and a testimony of God's living glory.