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Waiting Can Be Fun When You Have A Healer Like My God

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God bless you.
First, I want to apologize for taking so long, since I last posted, to bring you up to date on my health issues.
I've been having so much fun waiting on the Lord, and I've been feeling so good and invigorated, that I often have been lazy.
That's right!
Lacy's been lazy.
To myself, I've been singing a revised version of James Brown's soul hit, "I Feel Good."
"Hey! I feel good.
I knew that I would, now.
I feeeeell goood.
I knew that I would, now.
So good, so good, 'cause I got God."
As for my status?
* My brain tumor remains benign.
* My prostate cancer remains in deep remission.
* My colonoscopy test revealed a healthy color and my renal blood draw revealed healthy kidneys.
* As for being on the heart transplant list, I have been returned to No. 2 among patients with B-positive blood in the 1-B category because another patient was elevated to 1-A for his 30-day stay.
Each time a heart transplant candidate receives a heart pump, as I did, he is guaranteed a 1-A status for 30 days before being returned to his previous position on the list if he does not get a transplant. I was hoping to get a new heart during those 30 days when I was ATOP the Mayo heart transplant list. But God wasn't ready for me to get one.
I thank God for selecting the Mayo Clinic as an instrument for me to get a new heart if that is the way God wants me to go. Notice how I phrased that last sentence. The only way I'm going to get a heart transplant is IF God wants me to. He's in charge. He can heal any way He wants to heal.
I still haven't given up hope for a cataclysmic healing. I'm talking something incredibly outrageous where God would just have my body to spit out the heart pump and then give me a brand new heart without me having to undergo any kind of surgery.
As Eliza Doolittle sang in "My Fair Lady," "Wouldn't it be loverly?"
In the interim, I'm waiting and God keeps on blessing. Last week, the Sun-Times returned me to the Bulls beat as a columnist. It's the first assignment for which the paper hired me 39 years ago.
So I once again enjoy a high profile in the sports coverage and I'm humbled and grateful.
Otherwise, as I said earlier, I'm having fun waiting on the Lord. My energy level is rising. My strength is increasing. My arthritis--get this!--is in remission and I can go up and down steps more easily. I'm walking better, talking better, eating better, looking better and even smelling better--especially after I've had a shower and put on some deodorant.
At first, this waiting was was boring, fitful and frightful. But as I put my faith to the task more and more, and bathed my issues in fervent prayer, my burdens got lighter and my way got brighter, That's what happens when you serve the God I serve. Jesus Christ remain my savior as well as primary care physician. And, less we forget, he still is The Great Physician.
I'm waiting, now, wonderfully and not wishfully. I'm waiting on the Lord and I know that He's already worked it out and spared me the trouble of trying to figure Him out. I'm waiting on the Lord. And that's good because Isaiah wrote the other day, "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not faint."
God bless you.
Once again, wait on the Lord. be of good courage and he shall strengthen thine heart. Wait, I say, upon the Lord.
God bless you.

Yes, God is real and still healing.

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God bless you.
Thank you readers, friends, strangers, relatives and Kingdom sisters and brothers.
Your prayers and best wishes are not in vain because day after day after day, I'm feeling God's healing coming on strong.
Truly, God is real. And because He's real, there is still healing in the holy hem of His son Jesus if we dare reach out and touch it with fingers of faith. Yes, there also is still some balm in yonder's Gilead. Check out these latest reasons why I know.
Tuesday, the first time I had exercised since undergoing May 21 radiation therapy for my prostate cancer, I walked 2.5 miles nonstop on my home treadmill in 55 minutes. One day later, I walked three miles nonstop in 61 minutes.
That's great news both for my prostate cancer and especially my end-stage congestive heart failure.
Thank you, Jesus!

A healing in the midst of holy harvest

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God bless you.
This Memorial Day weekend is memorable for me not just because I am undergoing God's healings from brain cancer, prostate cancer and a bad heart, but because I am enjoying a holy harvest in my household.
On Friday morning, following my chest pains occuring two days after radiation treatment on my prostate, my daughter Noelle helped bring me profound relief with a powerful prayer.
This morning (Sunday, May 25), her six-year-old son Caleb is being what he calls "bapatised" at Rhema Word Kingdom Ministries in Riverdale.
My daughter's fervent prayer of faith and my grandson's baptism represent holy harvest for my wife Joyce and me. We were both raised in Christian families, we raised our three daughters to become born-again Christians and now we are enjoying the fruits of our prayers and labors by seeing our children and grandchildren receive God's salvation.
Godly stuff like this is added medicine to me. While my healing comes from God and is ignited primarily by my faith in Him, my faith and your faith are also fueled by those around us. So it pays, especially in times of adversity, to be in the company of fellow Christians who will touch and agree with you in prayer to God for the desires of your heart.

God bless you, today.
Yesterday's (Wednesday, May 21) radioactive seeds implantation for my prostate cancer went as Joyce and I prayed it would. Smooth. Wonderful. Even great?
I don't want to jump to conclusions too quickly. But so far, I not only feel better than expected but better than I've felt overall in a long time. As I told you at the start of this journey, I want to carefully take you through each stop along the way. I want to share with you even some--but not all--of the subtle details of this "healing in progress" trip.
Enjoy the scenery as we travel. Enjoy the trees and the breeze. The flowers and April showers. The hills, wind mills, frills and thrills. The valleys, the mountains, the sunshine, the clouds and all the whatever-else God bestows upon us as we reach our respective destinations of healing if you are truly praying along with me.

Banks battles two cancers and bad heart

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God bless you.

Welcome to the story of the adventure of the healing process that I am undergoing.

My blog will take you with me as I go from serious sickness to, I hope, miraculous recovery, by the grace of God and the aid of God-gifted doctors and nurses.

First, let me describe our outbound point of origin. Last month, destiny dealt me a triple dose of trauma. Doctors at the University of Chicago and Northwestern hospitals examined me over a two-week span and diagnosed three big problems:

• • Brain cancer, which might require surgery.

• • End-stage congestive heart failure, which definitely requires a heart transplant.

• • Prostate cancer, which also definitely requires surgery.

Any one of these diagnoses is enough to drape a man with doom and gloom. But the Lord has seen fit to visit me with all three.

I am a 64-year-old black man, a Sun-Times reporter for 35 years, a Baptist preacher for 55 years.

I have a family history of congestive heart failure, which killed my oldest and youngest siblings, my father and an aunt, and of prostate cancer, which killed three uncles.

Now, it's my turn to tangle with both of those terrors, and brain cancer, too.

Each diagnosis hit me like a proverbial ton of bricks, drove me to my knees in prayer, made me tell my wife and children, to their despair, and motivated me to surf the Internet and question doctors to see what information they could share.

Many doctors prefer that their patients be simple, silent and totally surrendered to whatsoever they suggest.

But it's my life at stake. I already underwent a cardiac triple-bypass in 2001 -- when I was sawed open, had three ribs broken and had a plastic surgeon fail to stabilize my sternum, or breast bone, with experimental titanium plates. The latter required me to undergo a subsequent serious surgery three months later to have the plates replaced with the standard steel sutures.

Since then, I have been determined to make sure I communicate more closely with my doctors, ask as many questions as possible, talk to as many patients as possible and get as much published information as possible to enable me to know exactly what it is that doctors say I have, what options are available, how they compare in effecting a cure -- and how much time do I have for ME to make the decision as to what will be done.

In other words, I have promoted myself to being CEO, as best I can, of my medical dream team, where, first and foremost, God is my primary-care physician.

I invite your feedback after each posting. I am most eager to hear from people who have recovered from similar medical issues, or are still dealing with them, or are caregivers for someone else who has dealt with them.

I cordially invite you all to watch God heal me.

Right now, I actually feel good. I take 10 different pills a day, run at least a mile on my treadmill, eat responsibly, don't do anything strenuous and get plenty of prayer and rest as I also schedule the surgeries that I feel are in my best interests -- unless God postpones them with a cataclysmic healing.

It's going to be one of the strangest, most exciting and -- I hope -- enlightening tales you'll ever read.

Lacy J. Banks

Lacy J. Banks, 67, has been a Sun-Times sportswriter/columnist for 38 years and a Baptist preacher for 58 years. He has preached at more than 100 different churches in the Chicago area. A native of Lyon, Miss., Banks graduated from the University of Kansas with a B.A. in French and he served three years in the Vietnam War as a U.S. Naval officer. Lacy and wife, Joyce, have been married 42 years and have three daughters and five grandchildren. Among beats Banks has covered for the Sun-Times are the Bulls, Fire, defunct Sting, Blackhawks, Wolves, Cubs, defunct Hussle, Rush, Sky, college football and basketball and pro boxing.



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