I was diagnosed with Choriocarcinoma in April of 2001.Imagine, your doctor tells you that you are pregnant, and two weeks later, the joyous news is exchanged for a bombshell. You have cancer. After that one ominous remark, my neat, orderly world tipped on its axis. It seemed like I entered a cyclone of activity after that. My mom came up to watch the children as my husband Sam and I drove over to the hospital to get a temporary port. One minute, I’m a suburban housewife getting a quick check up for the latest pregnancy and several days later I am having a port inserted in my arm making sure to bypass the heart and chemotherapy is being dripped into my body. Five chemotherapies were prescribed to battle the cancer that had invaded my liver. Because I needed to be mobile to take care of my eighteen month old child, I would leave the transfusion room with a bag of green chemotherapy strapped around my waist. Twelve hours later, my husband would pull out the needle, and the process would start all over again the next day. It goes without saying the level of pain that an unknown like cancer can bring into your life. If ever there was a time to call out to the Lord it would be then, and we did. When the doctor left the room after giving us the diagnosis and possible prognosis, my husband laid his hand on my head praying aggressively for this attack to be done. We knew that the enemy had somehow snuck in because during prayer a few weeks before we remembered that in my mind, I had seen a “dark cloud” enter my body. My husband’s immediate response to this with prayer set the tone for the entire journey. Sam set off a firestorm of prayer through his dedication to seeing me get well. And, God heard our cries. I travelled with a dear friend to a 1, 000 plus meeting of believers and worshippers where I was given “presbytery prayer”. The women that prayed for me did NOT know that I had cancer. They prayed that I was “going around a mountain” , but it was at the top with the Lord. And, that the entire process would take only three months. I took this word to heart and told my family and friends that based on this prophetic word to me, I believed that I was going to live. My husband prayed that I would not lose all my hair, that I would not have blisters in my mouth. He prayed that when it was all over, I would have the hair that I have always wanted. Within that three month time, through blood tests, we saw a 98% drop in the level of human hormone that measured the cancer in my body after only one round of chemo. The infusion room became a place of laughter, light and life for those undergoing their regular doses of the lifesaving chemicals. One time in particular, one of the woman pointed to my “green pouch” and said, “I want some of what she is getting!” God’s hand was truly heavy on me in the process of going through this intense trial. Neighbors, church members, people at Sam’s work all pitched together to help us with meals, childcare and one friend even learned how to do makeup for cancer patients. One day, my mom who stayed with us to help me through the days where I was too weak or sick to run a household of five told us, “God lives here.” It is still hard for me to talk about this time. It was hard. But, the day that the oncology nurse called to tell us about the miraculous drop in the disease in my body and my husband stood in that office and yelled “Praise you Jesus!” My heart was filled with something close to awe, wonder and even joy. Why would my God who died for me, save me from this disease and not another? I still don’t know the answer to my complete and miraculous healing. It humbles me. And, it is a never ending delight to pray for others and see God heal others. The truth of the matter is that our God heals today. I am living proof of that. God did allow me to keep just a few rough patches of hair, I had no sores on my mouth and, to my delight, my new hair grew in thick and curly ~ And, I know that my God can heal you too.