"This is not good." I heard a familiar voice remark in the distance. As I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred. I could barely make out the outlines of people standing all around me. When the objects came into focus, I recognized the faces to be those of my husband and oncologist and sister.
"What is going on? Where are we?" I frantically questioned as my wits returned.
"We're at the hospital, Lindsey. You've been having seizures. An ambulance brought you to the ER," my husband, Brian, answered.
It was almost as if I could feel my brain filtering through bits and pieces of information, in order to make sense of the situation. The doctors kept asking me questions about who I was, and where I was, and the date, and the president's name. I could recall it all, but it took some effort.
The ER doctor questioned my husband about my behavior the night before. "Did she drink too much? Did she use drugs?" he asked, grasping for some sort of explanation.
"No, but she is a cancer patient."
A cancer patient. That's a title that you never want to earn, and a club that you never hope to join.
The results of a brain MRI were not what we'd hoped - a brain tumor. The 3rd cancer diagnosis in 3 years. All breast cancer. Each recurrence a little worse than the last.
Those times were rough. I heard many hard things. I had many unanswerable questions. I had many sleepless nights and worrisome days.
But God has been so faithful. I can't let today, my 5th cancer-versary, pass by without proclaiming the healing power of God Almighty.
By the grace of God Most High, I am sitting cancer free today. Only because of the intervention of Jehovah Rapha (God the Healer).
He has rescued me. He has restored my health. Praise God from whom all blessings and power flow.
And so, trust the word of my testimony - God is able. He is sufficient. He is powerful in hopeless situations. He restores, renews, and redeems.
May we proclaim His glory always!