Eight years ago, I felt something wrong in my body. When it was getting worse, I went to see a doctor. After the examination, the doctor informed me that I had breast cancer and it had spread to one-third of my lymphatic gland (at my armpits). After the diagnosis, I was stunned and speechless – I sat still at the hospital for a while. Then I drove out from the hospital before I pulled over and asked myself, “should I cry or not?” After all, I had breast cancer and I didn’t know what to do. I had a lot of questions.
After the chemotherapy, my breath was so smelly, and its smell spread all over the car that drove me home. I was very worried about the vomiting. From the books I read, some patients would throw up 20-30 times per day. Whatever they ate, they would vomit it out. My brothers and sisters at my church prayed for me during the chemotherapy. We asked God to help with the vomiting because it was the one part of the treatment I could not handle. Thank God that I haven’t vomited for the five months I underwent chemotherapy and I was sure that God helped me. He listened and answered our prayers.
Once Pastor Peter Truong, who has the gift of healing, came to pray for the sick at my church. At that time, I still had cancer. As he laid his hands on me, I could feel electricity spreading from all my fingertips; then it ran from my head throughout my whole body towards my toes and there was a voice coming into my heart saying, “I have healed you, you will recover!”
Since then, I have a yearly appointment with my doctor to ensure the cancer does not return. It has now been eight years and the doctor has not found any more cancer cells.
Testimony by Pleonpit Pinitchai