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JESUS HEALED ME TWICE ...Mrs. Bobby Adrian

The annoying blotches of pink skin on my chest wouldn’t go away. My doctor treated it as an allergy. That was two years ago. I was a 64 year old health nut in remarkably good shape except for the rash which had now spread from my neck to my waist, front and back.

When my husband’s doctor took a look at it, he said, “Get a biopsy.” I did and it was cancer. Not just any cancer but a very, very rare cancer called Inflammatory Breast Cancer. There are no tumors so it can’t be detected on a mammogram, an MRI, or a sonogram. By the time it is detected on the skin, it’s supposed to have already run through the lymph system, liver, and lungs.

When my oncologist first saw me, she excused herself and went to her office (to cry, she later told me). She had never seen such an advanced case and expected me to die in a very short time. However, this wonderful woman always wanted to impart hope to her patients, and told me none of this as she offered me a chemo program.

She shared the grim news with my son, Rob, who kept her secret and started heavy duty prayer and encouragement. My friends didn’t want me to take the chemo, but my faith just wasn’t there. I felt that God could use the chemo to heal me.

Meanwhile I got out all my tapes on healing: Kenneth Copeland, Bill Winston, Fred Price, Charles Capps, etc. I saturated myself with their teachings and God’s Word while I underwent the first four month’s of treatment. I was given the strongest chemo allowed by law, and I was assured by my doctor that I was going to be as sick as a dog. God’s hand was upon me big time, and I never even knew I was having any treatment! I went home and ran my two miles on my treadmill and did my weights. It was surrealistic, like it was happening to someone else, except that I was doing all of these activities bald.

Yes, I bought a wig and that whole ordeal was traumatic. During this time my mentor, teacher, and prayer support, Roger Flanagan, called me almost every day to pray with me. Although I was growing in the Word, learning to walk by faith not by sight, applying God’s Word and believing it, I don’t know what I would have done without him. I also had to retrain my mouth so that I was talking what God had to say about me, not what the doctors said or how I felt.

I am still working on this. I made a note pad of Scriptures for myself: Jesus is Lord and by His stripes I am healed; I am redeemed from the curse of the law; Jesus bore my sicknesses and healed my diseases; I cried out to God in my distress and He sent His Word and healed me and saved me from the grave, etc. I kept God’s Word before me all the time.

About six months into treatment, another life threatening incident happened. As I was rejoicing over the fact that the “rash” was subsiding (much to the shock of my doctors), I had developed Hepatitis B and was immediately put under the doctor’s care at the University of Chicago. Their prognosis wasn’t good, and they were using words like liver transplant. I can’t say I wasn’t scared (to put it mildly), but I held onto God’s Word that I WAS HEALED by the precious Blood of Jesus shed for ME. Two weeks later, the doctor called and was talking so excitedly that I could barely understand him. He was telling me that my body had made antibodies and I was healed, and “this just doesn’t happen” he kept saying. Glory to God!!!

Nine months had passed and the cancer was GONE. This cancer never entered my lymph system—impossible, the doctors said. No organ involvement—impossible, the doctors said. But the Scriptures say: “ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE WITH GOD!!!”

I was an agnostic until the age of 47 when I had an incredible experience with God (another story). I was an alcoholic. As I was about to enter a rehab, HE DELIVERED ME! He gave me a passion for the elderly, and then blessed me with a nursing home ministry where I get to share Jesus with the people, and teach them God’s Word. But I had to become as a little child.

When this health challenge happened to me, I had to relearn all that I thought I knew in a deeper, more powerful way. When I think about all that Jesus has done for me and for mankind, all I can do is fall on my face and cry, “Abba, Father, how I love You.”

Several months ago, in my prayer time, God spoke to my heart and said, “There wasn’t enough chemo in the world to have healed you without killing you! I HEALED YOU!” How cool is that?

Bobby Adrian (Mrs.)

December 2007

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