God has the final say; it has always been that way in my life. It has been nine months since the doctors gave me a poor prognosis. I had an accident and fractured my hips. For a young person, the recovery process is quick, but not for an elderly person like me, who is 86 years old. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors considered emergency surgery, but after analyzing all my conditions, they said it was not possible. Surgery would put my life at risk. I have hypertension, ischemic heart disease, endothoracic goiter with tracheal displacement, and bronchial asthma.… Read More
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I was 21, when the doctor uttered the words that changed everything: “You have cancer.” I had gone to the hospital after weeks of unexplained fatigue, fevers, night sweats, weight loss, skin changes, and strange lumps. The diagnosis? Stage 1B Hodgkin lymphoma. I remember sitting frozen in the doctor’s office, watching my mother’s tears fall beside me. I was supposed to be worrying about exams, not chemotherapy. Despite the initial shock, I made a conscious decision to view that day with optimism. After months of not knowing what was wrong, at least I had an answer. That day marked the start of… Read More
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I have died twice, yet here I am, alive by the grace of God. In 2000, I lost my husband in a car explosion, and in 2011, I said goodbye to my mother. Grief almost broke me, but God carried me through those dark valleys. In 2015, I faced death on a highway. My car was T-boned at 75 mph, throwing me 189 yards. I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs; my torso was black. Paramedics said I had been clinically dead, but God brought me back. After that crash, doctors found an aneurysm in the left cerebral of my… Read More
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I was at the store when I got an urgent phone call from my wife, Blessie. It was July 12, 2024, and she was seven months pregnant, but there was a problem. She was bleeding. I rushed home and took her straight to the hospital. They took her right to labor and delivery. The doctors and nurses took over six hours checking her and trying to decide if they should do a C-section. When my daughter was born, she was incredibly pale and had no heartbeat. “We’re sorry for your loss,” they told us. My wife responded, “Keep trying.” With every… Read More
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Overwhelmed. I felt that every day. Not even six months into my nursing career, with Covid cases spiking, tears were a part of every shift. It was during this time that God brought a patient into my life who taught me what it means to be the hands and feet of Jesus to the “least of these.” Initially admitted because of Covid, she was destitute, discouraged, and homeless. A lifetime of rough living had left her jaded and demanding. She was with us for almost three weeks before we discharged her. Several weeks later, I fought dismay as I saw her name as… Read More
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I learned at an early age I needed to listen to God and not ignore His nudges. So when my dear friend, Joanna, desperately needed a live liver donor in order to save her life, I felt God’s nudge. And I knew I had been called to donate part of my liver to her. Joanna and I became friends about 15 years ago. We worked together in the preschool department at our church in Birmingham, and saw that we had very similar passions. We started to do a lot of life together and became very close friends. When I first met Joanna,… Read More