God bless you.
As I told you in my last entry, three encouraging diagnostic updates by my doctors confirm that my healing is already underway.
First, doctors have concluded the brain tumor is benign. So Dr. Allison Hahr, Northwestern Memorial Hospital endocrinologist, has prescribed that we treat it with a pill as long as it is not growing and producing any dangerous hormones.
Second, Dr. Glenn Gerber, University of Chicago Medical Center (UCMC) urologist, says the two cancerous tumors on my prostate are "early-stage and localized" and can be effectively treated with a minimal-invasive procedure where radiation seeds will be implanted in the prostate by Dr. Brian Moran, a world-renown radiation oncologist.
Third, Dr. Allen Anderson, UCMC cardiologist, examined me Friday and expressed amazement that I am feeling better and have made a "dramatic response" to new medication he has added to my treatment.
Some of your may question why I am choosing to deal with these potentially deadly health issues in public. Well, it's because from the very start I prayed and had faith that God would heal me, as He obviously is already doing, and I wanted Him to get the praise, the glory and the thanksgiving so that others would be encouraged to pray and have faith in Him whenever they are afflicted with serious sickness or whatever.
Most people like to suffer sickness in solitude. In fact, that had been my policy before this trilogy of
tragedy. We do this because we want to minimize the intrusion of pestering people, who will do us more
harm than good with their doubts, questions and negative attitudes that leave us feeling worse when they
leave than we did before they call or visit us.
Suffering in private can also help patients to conserve energy and concentrate all their mental and
physical powers on whatever ails them. Genuine well-wishers mean well. But it takes energy to answer
every phone call, repeat yourself again and again to people who already knew what you are going
through, and to host visitors who often stay too long and keep you from getting valuable rest.
But when I learned of my afflictions, I decided to exercise audacious faith, trust God for the healing in
a manner where I could immediately make known His works among the people.
So I asked myself, "Why should I have God heal me in the alley of anonymity?" If I really, really have
faith in Him, why not have Him to prepare "a table before me in the presence of my enemies" and heal me
right smack out in the open where everybody can watch our almighty God do His thing?
So here we are, sisters and brothers, God and His gifted doctors on one side, me and my diseases,
faith and common sense on the other side. Most people really don't believe in healing because most
people really don't believe in God. Even many of my fellow preachers don't want to take any chances in
having anything to do with God healing because if He doesn't it might make them look bad.
But any redeemed beloved child of God goes into a requested healing agreeing that the bottom line
always is that God's kingdom come and that His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
There are naysayers who will doubt my healing and say, "Well, he must have not been sick in the first
place." Or they might give all the credit to my doctors and the advances in medical technology.
Well, I have real evidence of the baseline of each of my illnesses. I have scientific proof. More than
$100,000 have been charged to my health insurance for x-rays, blood chemistry and a variety of other
tests and examinations over a two-month period to determine these illnesses, which have been
confirmed by some of the world's most competent doctors.
In other words, I ain't faking. And neither is God. They took more than 100 X-ray images of my brain,
went through my blood and other body fluids extensively to determine the brain cancer. They took 12
snippets of my prostate to determine the prostate cancer. They examined my heart with a micro-camera
that had been roded through my neck into my heart, with another sensing device inserted through a tube
that threaded my esophagus, measured my blood pressure and the pressures in my lungs and heart
chambers to discover that I had a defective mitral value and a grossly enlarged ventricle that had me on a
collision course with death within a few months at the most if not treated.
Thank God that our mainstream Christian faith allows us to seek the medical attention of doctors.
And why not? We pray to God for bread and go to the baker to buy it. We pray to God for clothes and we
go to the clothing store to buy them. We pray to God for a job and we go to the various work places to
apply for employment. We pray to God for protection and we call 911 for the police to come protect
us--provided they arrive in time and don't shoot or arrest the wrong people.
By the same token, all doctors are instruments of God, whether they believe in Him or not. All our
help comes from the Lord. It may come THROUGH the baker, the banker, the cobbler, the tailor, the
police, the military, the government, the doctors or whatever. But all our help comes FROM God.
Baring more direct healing from God, which I am already claiming for my brain cancer, I have at least
one more surgical procedure to go to treat my prostate cancer and one more, instead of two, to treat my
end-stage congestive heart failure. Hopefully, we're talking about a short ride of two or three more
months before I can get to a point where we can proclaim the functional healing that returns to me a
good quality of life from a medical standpoint.
Meantime, are you enjoying the ride? Please relax, have faith and watch God work. And I hope my
experience can encourage other patients to be more successful in dealing with their illnesses.
In my next blog, I want to share with you the outrage over the high cost of health care and how the
cost of care has gone up, but the quality of care has gone down.