My friend, Susan, was recently diagnosed
with breast cancer. Her tumor was 3-1/2” across.
Stage 3. She is involved in a cancer study. I told her that when I come to visit, my expectations were that I was going to give her physical therapy – manual therapy treatments everyday. So I treated her in Indiana for a week, then told her that she needed to come to my place for more treatments, as I had learned some new techniques. She arrived in Oregon on a Monday night. She left on Friday, and her tumor was the size of a baby aspirin! And 90% of all the other lumps and bumps were gone. The ones remaining are now soft. She sees the surgeon next week. Won't he be surprised! How exciting it is to participate in a miracle! How fulfilling it is to be God's hands here on earth! Especially these days...
It has been 15 months since my accident. My right hand will 'function', though is still not normal. I struggle with circulation issues. And my right hand is now smaller than the left. Yes, I am right hand dominant. And I have been so strongly right dominant. So now I am almost ambidextrous. I have a large scar on my wrist from the two surgeries. Scars are a funny thing. When a scar is stuck to other tissues, it restricts us in everything. But when a scar is mobile, we are free. But it reminds us, just the same, of trauma and past injuries – physical or emotional. The goal is to have a mobile scar, so that we can testify to healing and move on with our life. Did you ever think about why Jesus kept his scars? He didn't have to. He was resurrected totally and completely, but he didn't have to keep his scars. I think that he kept them to remind him of our suffering here on earth.
I think about 'how much more return will I get in my hand?', and 'will the circulation problems ever resolve?' I think about my back pain, which allows me to stand for not more than 4 minutes at a time. And then I have to sit, no matter where I am – supermarket isles, airport concourses... it doesn't matter. I won't allow myself to think about 'how much better would I be if I had returned to the USA sooner?' I can't think about that. I can't go back and revisit those thoughts. It wouldn't help me progress. I continue with my exercises and treatment plan on a daily basis, and get my own physical therapy – manual therapy regularly. And I don't need to cry myself to sleep as often as before. God is good.
Even in my weakness, God is still using me. Even in my limitation and physical restrictions, God is using me to heal people. I am thankful... and it gives me hope. And I am still hoping for my miracle.
The above photo is Susan wearing my Tibetan hair piece. We had been admiring her 'chia pet' hair growing back in, and just had a few laughs. In fact, the first photos were so blurry, as the camera was shaking way too much from our laughter.
Read about more Miracles here.