Stories of Miracles

Miracles of Healing - Story I

March 10, 2003
By Rev. Light

In 1991, when my daughter Ginny was 11 years old, she woke up very ill one day. I took her to the doctor and we were told that she had the flu. My intuition told me otherwise.

Her condition went from bad to worse. The next day she had a 103 F fever and was vomiting a lot.  Around 10 p.m. I was struck by a sense of urgency. I took her to the emergency room. They sent us home and told us again that she had the flu.

By morning we were back in the same emergency room. This time they found the problem. They took a test and saw that her appendix was about to rupture. An emergency surgery would be done in a couple of hours.

They admitted her right away. They took us up to her room. I sat beside her bed, feeling sick to my stomach from worry. Ginny was too frail to talk. All fell silent and I fell into the abyss of human despair.

Then something good inside me stirred. A power greater than myself. It began working through me and over me.

I closed my eyes. Words of profound comfort and power began flowing through my lips. They took us to a dimension of healing where I have never been before. When we returned, I felt that all was well. Ginny fell asleep. I kissed her cheeks and left to get ready for work.

I called the nurses’ station in a couple of hours. No news. I called back in two hours. Still no news. I kept calling every two hours. Each time I called, I was told nothing and more nothing. Finally, around 12 midnight, the nurse told me that there was no surgery done. She did not know why. The doctor was not there to comment. He was with another patient.

I was going insane. She probably died and they don’t know how to tell me! That was it! I took a sleeping pill and pulled myself out of circulation for the night.

Upon wakening in the morning, I bounded out of bed and charged to the phone. I ripped the receiver off the hook and screamed into it.  “I want to talk to the doctor NOOOOW!! He came on and said:

“We are not sure what happened.  It seems like her condition went into a spontaneous remission. We took another test and it came back normal. Her fever is gone and she feels fine. You can come and pick her up. She is ready to go home.”

With my heart pounding in my throat, I flew to the hospital to get her. Ginny was all smiles, like nothing had ever happened. When we got home, she hopped on her bike and took off like a blazing comet.

Three years later, we went to see a pediatrician for a school physical. While paging through her medical records, the doctor remarked: “ I see you had an appendectomy at age 11”.

Ginny and I exchanged a meaningful glance with a grin. We were not about to argue with medical science….. I just shrugged and casually said…. “If your records says so……”.

Miracles of Healing - Story II

March 10, 2003
By Rev. Light

In 1996, I was a nurse on the night shift in a big, inner city teaching hospital. One night I worked with a young nurse in her early 30’s from the day shift. Not knowing each other well, neither of us had much to say.

As we were leaving in the morning, she came to me. She asked if I could look at her neck and tell her if it seemed okay. She said that her neck has been feeling strange for six months, but the doctors keep telling her that there is nothing wrong.

I glanced at her neck and I can not say that I saw anything specific. I just sensed that there was something terribly wrong with her. I told her that she had to see a doctor right away. Today, now, immediately. She resisted. She said she had an appointment a week from today, and she would go then. I insisted, begged and threatened, that she go today

And so she did. In a couple of days, she was diagnosed with a rare form of thyroid cancer. It was an aggressive, invasive, malignant and rapid growing type. The strangulating tumor was wrapped around the entire front of her neck.  It had already metastasized and begun invading vital tissue.

They tested her for HIV as this rare type of cancer was only known to occur in patients with AIDS. She was not HIV positive. They told her that her condition was incurable and gave her three to six months to live.

Weeks went by and we heard that she was not doing well. The radiation treatment and chemotherapy began claiming the remainder of life that the cancer had not yet claimed.

We were dismayed to learn at one point, that for her to qualify for certain disability benefits, she actually had to return to work for two weeks, regardless of how sick she was.

She showed up to work looking like the living dead. With all her hair gone, she was wearing a wig. She was staggering around shell shocked, like a deadly wounded soldier on the battlefield. She kept walking up to her colleagues, in an eerie sort of way, mumbling in disbelief, “I am going to die. I am going to die.” She was trying to get used to being dead.

She was on the day shift, but one night, she ended up working with me again. About halfway through our shift, I suddenly recalled  Ginny’s appendix story. See Miracle Healing – Story I.  I had an urge to share it with her.

I pulled her aside into the tiny coffee room off the nurses’ station. I asked if she believed in anything that could heal her. She said no. She did not believe in God and she did not believe in anything.  She was sure to die, just as she was told.

Then I shared Ginny’s spontaneous remission story with her. She appeared neither moved nor interested.  I asked her if she would like me to sit with her for a few minutes and evoke   the same healing space on her behalf. She said no. She was not interested and she did not believe in such a thing.

As I felt very strongly that this was the right thing to do, I insisted. I told her that she did not have to believe any of this. I asked her to just let me do it. She reluctantly agreed.

I sensed her resistance and resentment. Her reaction made me feel awkward, self-conscious and dispassionate. But I just had to do this. We sat down on the tiny sofa and I evoked the healing words. Then we both got up like two strangers, seemingly untouched and unattached. We parted in silence and went about our ways. Like none of this ever happened.

Much to everyone’s surprise, her condition took an unexpected turn. She began a course of remarkable recovery. She was told that the cancer went into remission. She was soon back to work. Life mysteriously returned into her. She forgot about dyeing. She was back in full swing, caring for her patients.

She never mentioned a word to me about our experience. To her, that was not real, it did not exist, and it never happened. I never said a word to her about it either. To me, that was real, it happens all the time, and I needed no agreement on its existence.

I left that job at the end of 1996 and I lost touch with my former colleagues. In the summer of 2001, while shopping for flowers, I ran into my former nurse manager. I asked her how the nurse of this story was doing. “She is doing great. She is now managing our outpatient clinic”, she said.

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