In the quiet moments of my soul, I reflect on the miraculous journey that brought me from near death to the radiant light of healing. It’s a story that I love to tell.
Nineteen years ago, in 2005, the word “cancer” echoed through the walls of the doctor’s office in Trinidad. She said she could not help me and I needed to go abroad.
It was as if time stood still, and the world blurred around me. Fear clutched at my heart, threatening to drown me in its icy grip, and my husband was just as stunned. But in that very moment, a flicker of hope ignited.
We returned home and in the quiet of my room, I knelt by my bed, tears streaming down my face. I poured out my heart to the One who gave his life for my salvation, the One who holds the universe together, and the One who knows the number of cells in my body.
I whispered, “Jesus you healed the woman with the issue of blood when she reached out and touched your garment. I cannot touch your garment but I am appealing to your kind heart. Please heal me and take this burden from me.”
A peace settled over me. It was as if a gentle hand cradled my trembling body. My husband walked into the room and said that he had called my daughter, Michelle, in Miami, and she made an appointment for me to see a renowned oncologist, Dr. Leo Twiggs, at the Sylvester Cancer Centre at the University of Miami Hospital. My husband had already made flight arrangements.
Friends and family rallied around me, praying with fervour.
Seven months later after chemotherapy, scans, tests, and surgery, the doctor’s voice held a different tone: “You are cancer-free. Go home and enjoy the rest of your life.”
The medical team smiled and looked at me. I thanked them, but I knew the Great Physician had touched me. He had answered my prayers.
Today, I stand on the other side of that diagnosis. The scars are reminders of His grace. I lift my hands in praise, not just for physical healing but also for the healing of my spirit. Jesus—the One who walked dusty roads, healed lepers, and raised the dead, touched me.
So, here I am, penning this testimony. It’s not just ink on paper; it’s etched into my very being. I am a living testament to love that defies reason, to grace that surpasses understanding. Jesus healed me, and I will honour and praise His Holy Name forever.
I hope that my testimony will help others to never give up despite their ailments and they will hand over their burdens to Jesus.
Healing by the Almighty is a gift worth celebrating every day of my life.
