I was recently hospitalized twice in 15 days, each time being admitted with very painful, life-threatening symptoms. BUT do you know what? Both times I found that God had special things to show and tell me there. It was like “show and tell” time in early childhood education, but turned on its ear – where it was the Teacher and not the students doing the showing and telling.

Even before my first discharge, I was able to joyfully record a testimony vlog, which I posted from home days later under JOY of the LORD Ministry, at https://youtu.be/xqw1O9fKAas?si=iS8Jzga2npt8MMPO . Over a hundred viewers watched that in the first few days, and many commented via YouTube, FaceBook. and email that they were blessed and encouraged by it.

However, there were other testimonies from this brief hospitalization period of my life, which I subsequently shared on Facebook and in private messages. Of course that is a narrow audience compared with the reading public, so I am going to share those testimonies now with you readers as well, praying that the Holy Spirit (Ruach HaKodesh) will minister from them, blessings to you!

August 29, 2025: Shalom Friends, I’m currently resting in the care of the LORD at the Hawkesbury General Hospital (HGH) for a little while . Since yesterday I’ve been rated on the room whiteboard as an “independent” patient, because I’m quite strong and now free of the symptoms that brought me here on Tuesday, thanks in part to excellent medical care, and in part to the fervent prayers of family and other intercessors. Glory to God, the Giver of all good gifts!

August 30, 2025: Despite everything that could have taken my shalom out of this Shabbat, I was able to enjoy the LORD and His word this morning, focusing on Scriptures that connect thanksgiving to the JOY of the LORD. Wonderful that I put that first, so that I could ride out the events that followed in my room, once this hospital wing started to buzz. Then came the things I’m not a fan of – needles multiplied, the search for cooperative veins, and blood draws. BUT, after all of that, I’m COUNTING MY BLESSINGS, and they add up to much, much more that these “light and momentary troubles.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)

Although I needed to rest physically, I also needed to unwind emotionally and to be distracted from physical discomfort, so God sent me a blessing just for that. A group call came in from the Toronto number of the leader of an intercessory group of Jamaican women from Christian Life Fellowship (CLF) in Kingston, Jamaica, and its US and Canadian Diaspora. Only five women were on the call, but they helped me toward restored shalom this Shabbat. Their ministry to me on the phone at that time was just what The Doctor, YHVH Rapha, had ordered. HalleluYah!

September 3, 2025: Thanksgiving is on my mind. I was discharged on Monday afternoon (September 1), quite weak but able to eat small amounts of soft foods without too much discomfort. Being back in my own bed was great, Mike is taking good care of me, and Nurse Deb (one of our daughters) has been on call by phone. Yesterday I ate more real food and regained some strength – enough to sit up fairly late, working on my upcoming vlog, inspired not only by recent events, but also by this song, “What shall I render to Jehovah?” (My next post, “Songs in the Hospital Nights” will share a testimony about this song,)

Many, many thanks to ALL the staff who looked after me at Hawkesbury General Hospital for six days, to ensure I could safely return home to St. Isidore and toward the next steps planned for my treatment at The Ottawa Hospital (TOH) this month. Surgical consultant and other doctors, Xray, CT and Lab staff, nurses (including male nurses, to which I’m not so accustomed), phlebotomists, Personal Support Workers, porters, housekeeping and catering staff – I’m very thankful for all their services. Praise the LORD!

September 5, 2025 (from home): I’m awake due to some pain – not abdominal, thank God! Got up, used Voltaren, had some cereal and took some Tylenol. So while I wait for enough comfort to go back to bed, I’m sharing this with you . ( https://youtu.be/xqw1O9fKAas?si=NlsXFx9hPW9TRW0Y )

September 9, 2025, UPDATE: It’s almost midnight, but fasting and sleep are not bedfellows, it seems. So, here’s the update. On Saturday evening Mike had to take me back to Emerge at HGH due to similar pain and vomiting as what I was admitted for previously. However, the ER was FULL, and somewhat short-staffed due to two emergencies that had taken away a doctor and a nurse. 11 hours later, after bloodwork and an X-ray (which reportedly showed no bowel obstruction) I was sent home on medication and recommendations. We got home at about 5 a.m. and I fell asleep. (I had dozed with meds in the ER but Mike had not slept.) At about 7:00 I was awake again, feeling some pain but not wanting to wake Mike or to dose up on an empty stomach, so I had a warm drink and a few crackers. Then I took the Tylenol. Then I sat in the living room, then paced, then sat, then paced, then sat, praying all the time and repeating Scripture. Finally I woke Mike to let him know I wasn’t just out there digesting or praying, but battling again. We got on the phone with Deb, then with a TOH Cancer Centre After Hours nurse, and the consensus was (even before the vomiting started) that I had to return to HGH Emerge.

But the LORD told me, and I said it as emphatically as I heard it, that we must call for an ambulance rather than let Mike take me in. So we did. Being out in our rural area does not guarantee speedy ambulance service on a Sunday morning, but thank God, they got to us, were treated to the full nine yards of my symptoms during the 30 minute drive, did their triage, got there a bit ahead of Mike, and I was spared the waiting room and ER triage scenario.

So, a CT scan showed one obstruction in my small intestine (not two this time, thank God) but that was enough, and I was re-admitted to a ward on Sunday evening. Mike had been sending out prayer requests and updating intercessors, so I heard after the fact that a Zoom prayer meeting of CLF & Diaspora was planned for me at 7:00 p.m. ET (6:00 p.m. Jamaica time.) Last night I was oblivious to that, but this morning I had the blessed privilege of watching the recording, pain-free, nausea-free, in many sittings between the ministrations of the hospital staff. It was quite a meeting, led by two who were not camera-shy, and who finally got a few others to show their faces. But I believe all faces may have been aglow with the Holy Spirit – they certainly sounded like the Upper Room.

Since then I heard that I was being upheld in prayer by at least five other church groups as well, praise the LORD – some praying in the Name of Jesus, as so many of us were introduced to Him, and some praying in the Name that Father God told the angel Gabriel to relay to His earthly family – Yeshua. God’s ears were attentive to all the prayers, and His answers are being showered on me, to overflow. (I posted two pictures to Facebook with the caption, “These pics are a bit deliberately tricky . I am pretending to be asleep, but am actually praying for the man diagonally across from me on this ward, who was audibly suffering. The bed next to me was still empty, but became occupied later in the day. Hopefully a semi-private room becomes available in the morning.”

September 11, 2025, 5:39 a.m.: Good morning / Bonjour / Buenos dias / Shalom! And how are you feeling this morning? I’m feeling very blessed indeed! I feel stronger now than when I was discharged yesterday – even my eyes, so I can look at this screen for a while… The dinner I pureed last evening stayed down and with it the meds… I slept in my own bed last night… the LORD woke me up next to my husband today… and I’m ready to start sharing some more hospital testimonies with you. So here’s a quick one.

At one point during my stay, I wanted to call my sweet nurse for something important, but she also had four other patients to attend, three of whom were not in the same room with me. I didn’t want to disrupt her work with them, but neither did I want my issue to just wait. So instead of pressing the buzzer, I simply DECIDED to ask the LORD to send someone in who could help me, even by relaying a message to my nurse. Before the request had even finished falling from my ‘BRAIN’s mouth’, a PSW walked in, I told her what I needed, and she said she would relay the message. Soon the problem was solved. Thank You Abba (Father)!

Isaiah 65:24 says of the LORD’s relationship with His restored people – “And it will come to pass that before they call, I will answer, and while they are still speaking, I will hear.”

12:25 p.m. Again, thanksgiving is on my mind, and another testimony from this last hospital stay. The first afternoon I was there, I needed to rest, but couldn’t because of another patient in the quad room, who was crying out and groaning – either in pain or from some other turmoil. So I just closed my eyes and began to pray for him – just as I had prayed for the shrieking stranger across the hall last week, that Yeshua would grant a visitation or revelation to meet the precise needs – which He knew but I didn’t. After praying for a while I felt that this old man may actually be a believer, so I asked for angelic ministry to him as an heir of salvation as well. Then I saw a vision of a face coming very close to another face – almost touching noses, and I saw the “angelic” face blowing wind onto the other face. Soon the old man stopped crying out, became quiet for a very long time, and I fell asleep.

He had other episodes on the following days, but I kept praying for him (undercover, as he was quite unfriendly when I tried to speak with him). By the fourth day, while I was preparing for discharge, his doctor, nurse, PSW and physiotherapist were around his bed and wheelchair, saying how much progress he had made, and commending him on his very recent cooperation and efforts. I know it was the LORD’s work, and just so that fact would not be lost to him, I wrote him and his wife a folded note which she accepted into her safekeeping. The note said I had been praying for him, to THE GOD OF THE BIBLE, Who answers prayer, and that I wished them continued blessings.

1:06 p.m.: Last hospital testimony for the day. … My husband Mike has the ‘greenest thumb’ you may ever meet. For the past 2 years he has raised BUMPER crops of tomatoes (and cucumbers last year) in a VERY SMALL PART of our back yard. Most of that has been given away – to family, neighbors, churches, a food bank, and a community marketplace outlet. So anyway, with my first hospitalization on August 27, the nursing staff was so kind to us that Mike brought them a large box of tomatoes to share amongst themselves. It went like hot bread!

Well, for the second hospitalization, starting on September 7, I was on a busier ward with more nursing staff, and he brought in even more tomatoes, which were just as much appreciated. So yesterday when he came in to pick me up, one guy welcomed him warmly with, “Hey, Mr. Tomato Man!”

And here are some ’empirical’ facts and measurable outcomes. This time around, I had only one tumor blocking my small intestine, not two as before; I only spent four days in hospital, not six as before; and I only lost 2 ½ pounds, not six as before. HalleluYah!