Miracle is a gift

In August 2009, I went to the hospital with a labored breathing problem and they told me that I was not going home because I had congestive heart failure. Well, they kept me in the hospital and two days later I had what they call a thyroid storm. I remember getting up and walking across the room that morning and all of a sudden feeling strange. I felt like I was going to pass out, and all I could do was to call the nurse to catch me because I knew I was going down. I did pass out, but I don’t remember anything going on with me after that in my body, because I was going through an out of body experience, which I recall well with every little detail. I saw myself outside of my body trying to get away from everybody even if I knew that they were trying to help me. The nurse was trying to give me oxygen and stuff like that because I was dying. As far as I know, I had a sudden thyroid malfunction, and the thyroid controls some vital stuff going on inside your body, but this malfunction caused my kidneys to start failing, my heart to start failing, and everything else was going out of normal. They were just trying to keep me alive. I saw them trying to put me on life support, but I saw myself lying down on the floor and fighting them. They were trying to restrain me to give me the oxygen, but I was not willing to let them touch me. I knew I was dying and I was panicking. I heard myself crying out, “Help me, help me!” It was very weird because I knew I was suffocating, fighting for breath, but at the same time watching all of that from a distance like a movie and not feeling pain or fear or anything. I could hear the nurses talking, I heard one nurse saying, “She’s going to code!” This meant that I was going to die at that moment. All I was thinking about was, “Oh well.” That’s the last thing I remember of that part of my experience. I let go of my body. The next thing I remember is like another story. A different story, if you will. I remember floating, not over my body, but just floating in the space or rather in a room. The room I was in was lighted up with the brightest light I have ever seen. It didn’t look like a hospital room, but somehow it felt like a waiting room of some kind with floor to ceiling glass windows. I wish I could convey to you what I saw, but it’s almost impossible to describe it with mere words, I wish you could see it. I was just floating there in that light and it was so peaceful. I felt like a feather in the most peaceful feeling moment, it was awesome. I didn’t want that feeling to end, but I guess at some point God must have decided that he was not finished with me yet and sent me back. The doctors were amazed when I woke up, they told me that I was very lucky. They didn’t want to tell me for how long I had been dead, but I picked up some bits and pieces and I concluded that it might have been a whole day. I, myself, am curious to know. When I was stable enough, they told me that they scheduled a biopsy of my thyroid and I would probably need surgery. They didn’t mention any suspicion at that time to me, so I went on with the biopsy and suddenly ended up at the referral to a cancer doctor. I got the idea. The doctor told me that the biopsy came back positive, I had cancer in my thyroid, and it would have to be removed. They scheduled me for my surgery in December. I was preparing myself for the possibility of losing my voice and went through a time of deep meditation and prayer. I spent my days watching different Christian programs on TV, but one day I was watching Sid Roth’s “It’s supernatural” program and, for some reason, he just said, “If you have a problem in the certain part in your body that needs healing, place your hand there and pray with me.” He started praying through the tv, so I began praying with him, out loud. I had my hand on my throat and suddenly I felt a literal fire going through my veins. An absolute fire struck me, I was burning from the inside. It felt like hot lava moving up and down inside my body. I started crying hysterically. I knew from that minute on that I was healed. There was no doubt in my mind about it, I still had surgery on the scheduled day just to find out what I have already known, there was no cancer anywhere. I told them that I have already known that because the Lord took that cancer out and nobody could tell me otherwise, I knew that I knew. They knew something too because I had no follow up appointment after that. I didn’t go back to the doctor again. It was a miracle! Even the thyroid storm was a miracle because it was just a way God took care of me, before that I had no money, no insurance. I couldn’t get the medical attention that I needed, so God took it into his own hands and healed me from everything. He is the best doctor you will ever need. So that’s my story. You see, I still cannot talk about it without tears, it still makes me so emotional, even now. It is something I will never forget and it took away my fear of dying. I am not afraid to die again.