When I first wrote about the trials and triumphs of faith that Mike and I experienced early this year, I reserved some of the account for a sequel because the season of testing wasn’t quite over. Let me say now that none of what happened to us occurred in a vacuum of prayerlessness. We were praying and receiving all kinds of prayers, as taught in Ephesians 6:18, with fasting as suggested by Matthew 17:21 and Mark 9:29. (Thank God that ‘fasting’ was not excluded by all manuscripts.)
Now that the continuing testimony from this testing season is more fully ‘baked’ I can share further, to the glory of God.
We had expected to return to Canada from Jamaica at the end of April. Under pre-pandemic conditions we may have tried to return earlier to secure Canadian health care for me. Under pre-pandemic conditions I would have been assured of timely diagnostics and treatment. However, the pandemic had changed all that. Addressing Covid-19 had relegated many other medical services to the back burner of the health care system. Waiting lists for intervention in non-covid illnesses had become indefinitely long, with some patients deteriorating beyond recovery and dying while waiting.
Jamaica, on the other hand, has both public and private health care systems. With most of the covid-related burden falling on the public system, private health care was readily available at a price. So although we missed the former ease of accessing our tax-financed health care in Canada, we were willing to pay the price in Jamaica for speedy access to primary care, referral appointments and diagnostic procedures. Although my diagnosis was elusive, the process of elimination proceeded almost uninterrupted. Only one test result was delayed for two weeks because (unknown to us) the specimen had been sent to a government lab inundated with covid-related work.
Now let’s pause for praise! Given all of the above, we actually thanked God for allowing this illness to beset me while in Jamaica. Then, as our April departure date approached and the specialists confirmed a diagnosis of small bowel obstruction, God intervened through WestJet’s cancellations of our return flights due to covid travel restrictions. Our April flights were rescheduled to May, then rescheduled again to June, allowing time for my emergency surgery to be performed in Jamaica, and for me to be sufficiently healed to travel. HalleluYah!
Mike has always ensured we have savings for the proverbial rainy day, and from January to late April we were pelted with the harshest ‘rain’ we had ever weathered, so we dug into our pockets. Then, that storm was calmed when when God saved my life through surgical removal of 18 inches of my small intestine and having His skillful servant rescue me from a post-op blood pressure ‘crash’. Six days later God intervened again, showering us with finances to cover most of the surgery-related bills, thus showing me His love in a way that I had never experienced before, in fulfillment of a prophecy that I shared in Part 1.
While coming into a new level of intercession, Mike also gained some practical nursing experience. Our Jamaican home is in the Blue Mountains, a treacherous journey away from medical attention. At my discharge from hospital Mike was prompted to ask for wound care instructions, but the surgeon said that would be taken care of in post-op visits. As it happened, my incision did not heal as easily as expected, and Mike had to be coached on the phone by the doctor, through very technical wound-care procedures for about two weeks. He was a quick study!
Another testimony has to do with my wardrobe. From late January until recently, I couldn’t wear any waisted clothes – which ruled out most of my pants, shorts and skirts. Only God knew the reason why, back in November 2020, I had packed two loose, longish skirts which I’d had for a while but never worn before. Only God knew how these gifts from a sweet sister would become a staple among my wearable outfits, as their elastic waists could be pulled up to, or over my bust, under a loose blouse.
Other blessings revealed as God worked ‘all things together’ for my good were weight loss, blood sugar and blood pressure regulation. Weight loss just came with dietary restrictions, but the surgically removed neuroendocrine tumor had perhaps contributed to elevated blood pressure and glycemic swings for years.
Our last blessing in Jamaica was the doctor facilitating our double vaccination so that we could fly home in June. Once back in Canada, we experienced a miraculously speedy referral process initiated by our Canadian family doctor. Despite lingering Covid effects on hospitals, she secured follow-up appointments for me starting the very day after completing our mandatory isolation. The ensuing weeks proved God’s word in Psalm 34:4 to be unaffected by Covid. God delivered me from what I had feared – the hamstrung waiting list for medical care. Since then He has kept healing my abdomen, so that I can now enjoy more regular clothes and activities. He has also kept the referral ball rolling, so that everything ‘good to know’ about my remaining anatomy has been discovered, as He lined me up with expert oncology and surgical consultants, who in turned referred me for every possible kind of test and scan. Why? Because my diagnosis was so rare, and because – as God says in the Scriptures, “I would not have you ignorant.”
So now I can testify, with fully informed awareness, that (1) the consultants have agreed that I do not need any further intervention at this time, and (2) Abba has given me faith to decline the offer of a precautionary treatment that would bind me to reliance on the medical arm of flesh for the rest of my life. Thankfully, I know that it is God, not man, who determines the length of my earth-days; and it is God who will make me fruitful in all the remaining days He has appointed for me.
We are now in December and I am able to conclude this 2021 testimony of God’s wonderful work on my behalf – showering me and Mike with more prayer from His people than we ever received before, delivering me from untimely death (and Mike from untimely widowerhood), showing His love to us in other new ways, and piloting us through what had seemed a formidable obstacle course before He cleared the path in front of us. This has certainly been a most divinely eventful year. HalleluYah!