Wynne C
Have you ever wondered if miracles just no longer happen nowadays? When was the last time you ever heard of or encountered a miracle? I have a story to tell about a miracle that happened to me recently. It is rather long and comes in two parts but I truly hope it is worth your time reading it.
I was infected by COVID-19 two years ago and recovered well after a week, so I hadn’t thought much about it since. However, in hindsight, I realised I had become very prone to respiratory tract infections since.
I was worried that there was something else going on, so I asked the GP to do a blood test, which turned out normal. When I discussed the results with her late last year, she said I should have a chest X-ray just to be thorough. I got the X-ray done the same day and the radiographer who captured the image let me have a look at it myself. With my GP hat on, I had a quick glance and thought, “Hmm, looks fine to me!” and informed my loved ones of the good news.
I received a text message a few weeks later asking me to book an appointment with the GP to discuss the X-ray results. I thought it was weird because GPs usually operate on a “no news is good news” policy. She rang me to tell me they found a few abnormalities on my right lung. I was taken aback. She then asked me a few more questions about my symptoms, and we both decided that while I feel well without symptoms, we would just wait and consider referring only if I had felt ill again.
A week after that appointment, the same GP called me back and told me she had discussed my X-ray with her senior GP partner as she felt uneasy about doing nothing, and they both felt we could be missing something more serious and decided to refer me to the lung cancer exclusion clinic. I did not feel ill at the time so I thought it was overkill, but I decided to take the GP hat off my head and be a compliant patient this time.
I was informed the following week of my appointment at the lung cancer exclusion clinic. I received a hospital letter with the words “urgent RAPID lung cancer service” which caused anxiety to instantly set in. I spoke to my loved ones about how I felt, and they could not be more supportive and promised to be by my side every step of the way.
The 5-week wait for the appointment felt like a long time. Anxiety is a funny thing. It doesn’t follow any rhyme or reason, and pops up at any time without care for your convenience. I could be having a run of good days then suddenly have a bad few hours of ruminating and spiralling thoughts, wondering what life would be like with cancer. I didn’t fear death because I knew I would be with God in a glorious place with no pain or suffering. I was more fearful of how difficult the potential chemotherapy journey would be, and how it would be incredibly sad for my loved ones if I died.
I spoke to my mum about these worries and she reassured me that she had spoken to my dad and they chose to believe in God’s goodness and faithfulness even if I truly did have cancer, and would choose to praise Him through any storm, and we would face all things together as a family. What giants of faith! Amen!
The story is to be continued in my next article in May, but I would like to leave you with a beautiful Bible passage from Jeremiah for now.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”
