Encounter with Christ on Medical Cancer Surgery Table

The specialist carried out another round of X-rays as well as many other medical examinations on me. At the end of the tests, the specialist told me that I had to undergo a medical surgery. I told him that I do not think that my case, which was a mere cough, requires surgery. I objected to his conclusion. The doctor looked at me straight in the face and declared: “Your case isn’t a mere cough! Let me be frank with you, from what I saw on the computer, if you do surgery, you will be alive for three months. If you refuse to do it, you will pass away in your sleep any moment from now”. The specialist further gave me a scary report that cancer had eaten everything from my head down to my toe. The Doctor's verdict shocked me to my bones marrow–that I had just three months to live! Then a thought quickly ran through my mind:I’ve just had a baby girl back home in Nigeria whom I have not even seen! Does it mean I will never see this girl and I will just die like that? It then dawned on me that I must go through the operation because I don’t want to die yet. So, I called my wife back home in Africa and told her that “hey, I have been told to undergo an operation to deal with the sickness, so begin to pray for me”. Back home in Nigeria, my wife moved into action immediately. She consulted some servants of God who agreed to organize special intercessory prayers for me. And so, a spiritual counter-attack ensued. Forces of the Almighty God arrayed against the forces of darkness who wanted to terminate my life. Here in Boston, in the US, the medical personnel at Boston Cancer Medical Centre, have concluded that my case was purely a medical case and the panacea is a surgical operation whereas back in Africa, my predicament was seen solely as a spiritual attack that requires a spiritual solution. In the course of preparing the ground for my surgical operation by the doctors, a lot of things happened that I just can’t explain. One day, a doctor called me from the hospital and asked me to tell my wife that I have a very critical medical situation. He said I have to explain to her why I needed to go for surgery. Then came the D-Day for my medical operation. Early in the morning of that day, my wife called me from home to give me a report about what is happening on the Spiritual front. She said that during an intense prayer session organized for me, there was a word of knowledge that came from the Holy Spirit that my scheduled operation has been canceled. I took her information with a pinch of salt. I said to myself that these people from African have come again with their spiritual superstition. How can a medical operation arranged after thorough medical examinations by top American doctors be dismissed like that, almost with a wave of the hand? I didn’t believe her so I went to the hospital for the surgery. On getting to the hospital, the Boston Cancer Medical Centre, the doctor went to his computer, checked the list of those on appointment for surgery for that day, and discovered that my name was not on the scheduled operations for that day. He announced to me that my surgery has been postponed to give room for more medical tests. At that point I felt no qualm, I agreed with him and went back home. It didn’t dawn on me yet that I was in a serious medical problem. I went back home to continue with my normal life. I continue to do them everyday tasks and work I engaged in. And quite oddly, I could not establish any connection between the message from the Holy Spirit that my scheduled medical operation has been canceled in the spiritual realm and the inability of the doctors at Boston Medical Centre to find my name on the list of scheduled operations for my appointed date. Some days later, the doctor invited me back to the hospital for the third round of serious medical tests. During the series of medical examinations, they put their equipment on my chest; they went to my anus and put their equipment there. I opened my mouth and they thrust something into my throat and it went down to my chest to get what they needed from my chest. They carried out all kinds of examinations on me. At the end of the examinations that lasted several hours, the reports of the tests scandalized the medical personnel in the hospital. They said from their findings, I was not supposed to be active and walking. I was supposed to be immobile, lying down on a spot unable to move my legs! But here I was not only moving around but also going to work. Then I told the doctor: