Witnesses To The Light
Stories
Sharing Visions
Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
A year and a half ago I was diagnosed with a virulent form of breast cancer. It began with an "iffy" diagnosis and quickly accelerated into something they call the "ugly tumor."
A team of doctors was conscripted, a surgery was scheduled, and a large and faithful prayer team emerged. At this point we still thought it was merely ductile carcinoma in situ: a pre-cancer, my doctor called it.
On the scheduled morning, I found myself staring at the ceiling of the operating room where a highly-skilled woman surgeon, who was also a Christian, arrived to operate. I felt very calm, knowing that God was in control. We chatted, making small talk and joking. Soon I was under the anesthetic.
Half a continent away, my sister Lynne and her daughter, Vanessa, sat down together to pray for me. They prayed, in their time zone, at a time concurrent with ours. They had only prayed a short while when a vision started coming to my sister. It was different from anything she had ever witnessed while in prayer. She could see me on the operating table with the medical staff around me, working over me. Then she observed that the entire room was crammed with beings of light. They were gathered around, watching, and occasionally one would put hands to the task along with the doctor, reaching into the surgical opening and arranging things.
"It went very smoothly," the doctor told me afterward. "I feel certain we got it all."
When I got home, my sister called and told me about the vision. I was stunned.
"They really roll out the angelic host for ductile carcinoma in situ," I joked, feeling very blessed indeed to have had so much help. "Imagine what they'd send for a real emergency!"
The next week I went in for my post-op appointment with the oncologist. He showed me into his office and closed the door.
"I have some bad news," he told me. "The lab report came back and the tumor removed was one we don't like to see. We call it the 'ugly one.' It likes to hide in tissue, is invasive, and frequently comes back."
Another surgery was scheduled. My surgeon cleaned up more ductile carcinoma and took a look around for more of the "bad guy."
"I was very surprised," she told me afterward. "We had to remove three lymph nodes under your arm. It had traveled."
Now I was upset. This meant chemotherapy and radiation. Originally I had been slated for only radiation.
But through it all, I never doubted that I would survive. My trust was in my Savior. And my mind kept returning to the scene in the hospital operating room during that first surgery. What a special blessing it had been to know the help God sends when we are in peril. I'm sure the same "team" or one like it assembled the second time. But why were there so many?
Perhaps I'll never know. But many, many people prayed for me -- even people I didn't know. Could it be that each person praying for me was represented there by a being of light?
A team of doctors was conscripted, a surgery was scheduled, and a large and faithful prayer team emerged. At this point we still thought it was merely ductile carcinoma in situ: a pre-cancer, my doctor called it.
On the scheduled morning, I found myself staring at the ceiling of the operating room where a highly-skilled woman surgeon, who was also a Christian, arrived to operate. I felt very calm, knowing that God was in control. We chatted, making small talk and joking. Soon I was under the anesthetic.
Half a continent away, my sister Lynne and her daughter, Vanessa, sat down together to pray for me. They prayed, in their time zone, at a time concurrent with ours. They had only prayed a short while when a vision started coming to my sister. It was different from anything she had ever witnessed while in prayer. She could see me on the operating table with the medical staff around me, working over me. Then she observed that the entire room was crammed with beings of light. They were gathered around, watching, and occasionally one would put hands to the task along with the doctor, reaching into the surgical opening and arranging things.
"It went very smoothly," the doctor told me afterward. "I feel certain we got it all."
When I got home, my sister called and told me about the vision. I was stunned.
"They really roll out the angelic host for ductile carcinoma in situ," I joked, feeling very blessed indeed to have had so much help. "Imagine what they'd send for a real emergency!"
The next week I went in for my post-op appointment with the oncologist. He showed me into his office and closed the door.
"I have some bad news," he told me. "The lab report came back and the tumor removed was one we don't like to see. We call it the 'ugly one.' It likes to hide in tissue, is invasive, and frequently comes back."
Another surgery was scheduled. My surgeon cleaned up more ductile carcinoma and took a look around for more of the "bad guy."
"I was very surprised," she told me afterward. "We had to remove three lymph nodes under your arm. It had traveled."
Now I was upset. This meant chemotherapy and radiation. Originally I had been slated for only radiation.
But through it all, I never doubted that I would survive. My trust was in my Savior. And my mind kept returning to the scene in the hospital operating room during that first surgery. What a special blessing it had been to know the help God sends when we are in peril. I'm sure the same "team" or one like it assembled the second time. But why were there so many?
Perhaps I'll never know. But many, many people prayed for me -- even people I didn't know. Could it be that each person praying for me was represented there by a being of light?
