My Healing From Stage 4 Terminal Cancer
[My video is linked on the main page that tells this same testimony but I felt I needed to put it into written form also.]
Because of a health concern unrelated to this story I needed to have my blood analyzed every year to look for electrolyte problems. In January of 2016 I went to my little local clinic for my annual blood test.
They told me, “Yours blood is a little anemic. We can't be sure why. We are just a small clinic here. You need to see a place that has a Hematology Department.” I completely ignored them until a year later.
In 2017 they told me, “Your blood is much worse than last year. We have to strongly urge you to see a larger clinic soon.”
I had been having great difficulty breathing. I was tired often and could not go up stairs unless I sat down on the steps about two times before reaching the top. We had just bought a house in Memphis. I did not feel I had time to waste with doctor visits right now. We lived in Rochester, MN. This is home to the world famous Mayo Clinic. I finally realized that it would be very foolish of me to leave our current city without making an appointment to see the doctors at Mayo.
They did several tests. They called me in to a consultation with the Oncology Department. Let me paraphrase their findings. They told me, We have good news and bad news. The good news is that you have blood cancer and bone marrow cancer. The bad news is that in addition to the above you have a type of lymphoma that is medically incurable.
Of course, my wife and I were shocked. They recommended a treatment plan that could possibly help. I had sort of despised Mayo before this, being a local business. They now had my total serious attention. I now leaned toward having Mayo be in charge of my treatment. However, since we had to close on our Memphis house and leave our Rochester home soon, we asked if they could recommend a good clinic in the Memphis area.
At the first meeting with the Memphis area cancer clinic my wife came with me. She asked the doctor a question that Mayo had never touched upon. She asked, “What stage is this?”
The doctor, which was a fine man, hesitated for a moment and then replied,”Well we would have to call this stage 4.” Our eyes got big. He quickly added, “However, there a number of treatment we could try that could give you some more months.” Our eyes got even bigger. Mayo never mentioned stage 4. I realized it was because it was terminal. It did not matter what stage it may have been.
The treatment plan they decided upon agreed with the one that the Mayo Clinic suggested. They said that 6 monthly chemo infusions would be the best. They said 6 because they found that more than 6 did not seem to gain anything. Also, the chemotherapy chemical is a deadly poison. Some medical experts think that many terminal patients die of the chemo rather that the cancer.
I had the first chemotherapy infusion in March, 2017. I was really bad by this time. I was lying on my death bed. I could still stand up so maybe that is not the correct definition of death bed. I could not do anything almost except lie there.
A few days later, lying in bed, I had an overpowering thought. I did not want to die in bed. If one thinks about it, Dying in bed is not as bad as some other ways to die. Dying a violent death would be a terrible way to go. Nonetheless, for some reason I did not want to die in bed.
At the new place, we had a large tool shed about 15 feet away from the house. I decided I wanted to go out here and sit. I could only take about 2 or 3 steps. No exaggeration. After 2 or 3 steps I would be completely out of breath. My strength was totally gone. If I would stand perfectly still for a few minutes, I could take another 2 or 3 steps. No exaggeration. I was in bad shape. There was no place to sit down between the house and the shed. After a long time, I reached the shed. I sat in the open doorway on a steel folding chair. I sat there for the entire day. I did not have any other options. I realized that I was going to literally see Jesus in a few weeks, months at the most. I am going to beat almost all my friends to heaven.
What happened next is hard to explain. I had been sitting motionless for hours. There was not any other option. It was an unusually warm early March day. Suddenly, I became intensely aware of the colors. The grass was so green and the sky seemed a different kind of powerful blue. Butterflies were skipping along the tops of the grass and flowers. The birds were singing so loudly, it seemed. [I never write like this. I never “waste” time and space writing about such trivial things.] These details, however, seemed to press themselves on me as never before. Now, something even stranger happened. I can only say that it seemed I was suddenly possessed by a spirit of gratitude. It was so unusual that I had to remark to myself how odd this feeling was. I think I have always been a grateful person but this was bizarre.
The next day I wanted to go out and sit in the doorway of the shed again. That previous day had been so wonderful. There was just one problem. It was 15 feet away from the house. I was determined to go back out there, regardless. Once more, it was 2 or 3 steps at a time. That was all the strength I had.
After another “enormous” journey (15 feet), I arrived at the doorway of the shed and sat there. I do not know how long I was there. At a certain point, I was jolted into the realization that I could breathe. I had not been able to take a real breath in about 2 years. Now I could breathe very deeply. What is going on?, I wondered. [This lymphoma is a death by suffocation unless something worse should happen first.] I stood to my feet, feeling filled with strength. In reality, this change in me took less than one second but I stood there stupefied for several moments. I could not figure out what was going on. My garden tools were in the corner of the shed to my left. Without moving my feet, I reached out my left arm and grabbed a post hole digger, the kind like a giant tweezers.
I went to the edge of my property and started digging fence post holes by hand! From death bed to post hole digger in the same day! [I call it my PhD, post hole digger.] The next day I did concrete work the way we did it in Mexico, mixing everything by hand.
I was totally healed of stage 4 terminal cancer(s) in an instant. So many people do not want it to be true or even want to hear it. I am going to tell what God did every chance I get.
You must be special.
No, I am not special but my commission is. A man is immortal until God is through working His plan. It would be a good piece of advice to be involved with the things that God deems important.
How did it happen? What did you do?
No one laid hands on me. No one directly prayed for me at that instant. There is no bad way to be healed by God. I cannot point to any event which brought this on. However, there were people praying for me, in a broad sense. No one was praying for me like my widow. I mean my wife. She was not going to lose her husband. If that woman has prayed for you, you have been prayed for.
Another thing that powerfully impacted me during this sickness was something that Andrew Wommack (awmi.net) said. He was teaching about What to Do if You are in a Crisis Situation. He said that if you should happen to win the battle with cancer, then you win! But, on the other hand, if you should lose the battle with cancer, you win! As a believer, all you can do is win. It is the only option given to us! That really ministered to me when I was very sick.
A third thing I can tell you about my healing is about people praying for others on TV programs. Sid Roth (sidroth.org) is a Jewish man who believes in Jesus. He has a television program in which he interviews people and investigates the supernatural power of God. At the end of every program, he says to his guest, Look into that camera and pray for the people. Many people of great faith and many with significant giftings have prayed for the television audience (therefore me also).
I personally know another Jewish man that is a great help in the time of trouble, Jesus of Nazareth. I mean the actual historical Jesus. You can know Him, too, and have a place of refuge in the time of trouble.
Nov 8, 2023