I was always told cancer runs in the family except no one in ourfamily ever had it.

 I thought it was just something people said until my sister passed away from cancer.That’s when I thought that maybe we do have cancer in our family, So, I did something I had never done before, I had a mammogram done. I was told I had breast cancer. Adoctor I worked with at the hospital called me and gave me the bad news, he was not my doctor but if he had never called, I never would have known. But God Is all I can say, so now my journey begins, as I reported to the hospital to start a series of tests to determine where the cancer was and how they could stop it.

At the same time my husband had his first heart attack, my doctor wanted me to get tested right away. When I reported to the hospital, I was so scared and upset not realizing I was a child of God. I knew this but at the time I didn’t think about it whenI was going through all of this,I knewI had a problem only God could solve.

While, I was going throughall this my sister’s son died, right after that my sister died.The same dayI was having my test and breast surgery another nephew was murdered, then right after that my niece died and aunt died all within weeks and months of each other.While my husband was going through his series of heart attacks, I arrived at the hospital.As I waited for the technician to come and get me, he told me the test I was about to havewould be very painful and that it would burn, and bleed and we cannotfnumb it.Then the doctor who was doing the test came in, he told me the same thing.

 Life as I knew it was all over, so I thought. I said “Ok”, closed my eyes and went back in prayer. I was so deep into prayer that I didn’t even know they were all finished until the doctor called my name, he looked at me and asked,“Did you feel that?” I said “No” then he said,“Are you sure you didn’t feel that?” I said “yes” once again, he looked at me, shook his head and walked out of the room where I was.  It was time for me to be wheeled across the hall to be prepped for my surgery, as the nurse started my IV, my doctor came in to look at the spot where the test was preformed, she asked me “Did you have the test?” I said “Yes” she said,“Where is the spot and the blood that issupposed to be there?” I answered her and said “I don’t know” she walked away looking very confused and shook her head too.  I knew Godlight was shining bright, To God be the glory. By that time my heart started to beat really fast I closed my eyes and started to pray again. Just as I was being taken into the surgery room, Ibegan to relax, and peace came over me and I was no longer afraid. When my surgery was over all the nurses gathered around me as I was being led to the recoveryroom. I was wide awake watching everything and thenthe nurses started to dress me. I was very surprised because usually a family member does that, the whole day seemedstrange, I knew it was God there with me that day.As the days and weeks passed, my husband started to recover from his first heart attack and everything started looking up, then my husband had his second heart attack, that’s when he fell on the living room floor. I began to scream and pray asking God to bring him back to me just one more time and God did bring him back.My husband started to recover again after an extended stay in the hospitaland while all this was going on with my cancer and the family deaths, my husband and I had a small child to take care of.I tell you only God could have brought us out. Through it all, I realized I neededhelp, so I hired a nanny.When it was all said and done, we started to get through it, just as I thought things were getting better my husband hadhis third heart attack. Again, God heard my prayer for the third time and brought him back to me after 18 days in the hospital he came home. I was stillsick from chemo while I was taking chemo. I looked around the room. Everyone had a port,which is a catheter attached to the jugular vein in the lower neck. The tip of the catheter will be where the superior vena cava joins the heart. You may be able to see the port under the skin after it is placed, but you can continue your normal activities once the wound has healed.

The nurse asks if I wanted one, I said “No” she said,“If you had one it would be better” again I said“No thank you”, I started to pray I prayed a lot back then and the more I prayed the more God blessed me. You must have faith or God will not help you.All I have is Faith in God other wise I would not have made it. I asked God to let me take the treatment in my hand where there was a large vein and I asked him to strengthen my hand so it would hold,He did and that is where I received the chemo. One morning I was combing my hair and there was a lot of my hair coming out, butGod didn’t let me lost to much when I was done combing my hair,itlooked like a mini afro hair cut a lot like how I wear my hair now.  I started to cry when I thought of all those other people sitting there bald. I justkept thanking God for all He was doing for me and my family,keepingus this whole time. Ok back to my husband.For a while, my husband seemed ok, then one night he had another heart attack, and this time he was placed on a ventilator, a life support machine that helps you breathe if you can no longer breathe on your own. The machine provides oxygen to your lungs through a tube. The tube enters your mouth and goes down your throat to your lungs. Most people on ventilators must be fed through another tube that goes into the stomach. The heart continues to beat while the ventilator delivers oxygen to the lungs (the heart can initiate its own beating without nerve impulses from the brain) but, despite the beating heart and warm skin, the person is dead. Since the brain has stopped working, the person will not breathe if the ventilator is switched off. Studies evaluating time to death after terminal withdrawal of life sustaining measures in adults suggest that 45% to 76% of death occur within 60 minutes and majority of patients die within 24 hours. So, you see my husband was already dead when he got to the hospital. Itlooked to me as if he were not going to make it because he was unable to breathe on his own.The next day I asked God to please bring him back just one more time it was 6:00 in the morning when I started to pray again for the third time. I asked God to call his name just like he did when he called Lazarus from the dead, that same morning my Nanny and Iput my daughter Jada Mary on the bus for school about 9:00 in the morning.We started to walk back to my house, which was two doors down, and as I opened the door my phone was ringing. I was almost afraid to answer it because I thought I was going to have to decideif I should.

remove the breathing machine and let my husband go. But God had other plans just because I asked.So, I walked over, my heart beating fast. I answered the phone, it was the nurse calling from ICU,she asked me if I could come to the hospital which was about a block and half away.I never asked any questions I said I would be right there. I did not think about the 6:00 AM prayer at the time that I had with God until I got to the hospital.The doctors and nurses were surrounded around him, and I was standing in front of the door confused. I saw them removing the tubes from him. You see, God woke him up and he was breathing on his own that is why they were removing the tubes.When God woke him up, he started choking. When they were all done removing the breathing tubes and everything.,that is when my husband looked over at me and he asked,“How long have you been standing there?” I answered and said“I just walked up” that is when he started to tell me what happened to him. He said I heard a voice calling my name “Carl… Carl… Carl…” and it sounded far away, I woke up and I started choking.“Was that you?” he asked,“Who called me?” I answered him and said,“It wasn’t me.” After a day he was removed from the ICU and placed in a regular room, I waited for a few days and then I told him about the prayer I had with God that morning.I thentold him “God brought you back three times you owe him.” Even though he was baptized at the church they were all raised in, he never got saved when I askedhim“Have you ever repented of your sins?” he said “No” I asked him “Would you accept Jesus as your Lord and savior?”then I said to  him to ask God to come into his heart and forgive him for all his sins. I told him you must confess that Jesus is the son of God and that Jesus died on the cross and rose three days later, my husband accepted Jesus that day. I continued talking to him about the Lord.

At the same time, I was finishing my chemo, life looked a little brighter for us, my husband started trying to live again anddo things he used to do.He was doing okthen; I started my radiation and he started to drivethe car again. He told me he was going out and asked me for $30 to get a haircut and a shave. When he became so ill, I stared to take over the house.,  When he was in control all mail went on the table and he opened it I never did because I didn’t have to , every morning we sat there and drink coffee and he opened the mail but when he came home that night he walked upstairs, I was shocked because this is something he has never been able to do since his heart attacks, but he came, and I looked at him and said “You didn’t get a haircut or a shave?” I said,“You owe me $30”, he smiled and went back downstairs.His sister called and he answered the phone. I heard him talking to her, by that time my heart started to beat so fast I could hardly breathe. I asked my daughter if she would rub my back and she did, and I dozed off and went to sleep.It seemed like I had just dozed off when I heard my daughter screaming “Mom,Dad is dead!”,“No he’s not” I said but when I saw him,I knew he was gone, so once again I started to pray asking God again to give him back to me.God spoke to me that night and said, “I gave him back to you three times”that is when I noticed my heart was beating normal now, I realized he was gone. I called 911 to take him out.My daughter Nanny and I  went to the hospital, I knew my life had changed that night. I realized I was on my own with a child naturally speaking,I also knew thatGod would never leave me alone, so I started to cry when I looked at him, he looked just like he used to before he got ill.When he got sick, he changed hedid notseem like the man he used to be because he became frail looking and looked shorter than he was,when he used to be6ft tall.I lifted the sheet up and in his stock a bulge, it was the thirty dollars I gave him earlier that day. I cried because I was just teasing him about it.

I turned and walked out and left him with his family,they arrived shortly after that.we went home, I think I was still in shock, so I started to call tomakearrangements for his body to be picked up from the hospital and taken to the funeral home.This is the end for now.I will be happy to tell you the rest of the story soon.Be blessed and know that God is and always will be our protector and friend in a time of need. He died on the cross for us, all of us so we may live, that is why I love him and live for him.God bepraised always, have faith in God and hold on to his unchanging hand, and never let go.Because most people like my husband never knew Jesus until Jesus was all he had. Do not let that be the case with you please because,if you meet me and forget me you’ve lost nothing, if you meet Jesus and forget him you’ve lost everything.Always remember to put God first in your life and have faith.The key to having a relationship with Godis through his son Jesus.You will never know God without first meeting his son and getting to know him without faith I would have been dead. More testimonies to come.

God bless.