About a week later I went in to see my oncologist. At that time, I was informed of my treatment. I went through six months of chemotherapy followed by six weeks of radiation, a mastectomy and six months after the mastectomy I had reconstructive surgery. I did 6 months of chemotherapy and never got sick one day. I watched so many people in the Cancer center on the same drug experience bad reactions. I told the nurse not to administer my medication until I prayed over it. And every day I would take my medication and I would pray, “God this is your blood going in to my body for purification, sanctification and not to make me ill, Praise God”.
My reconstruction surgery was hell to pay for. The day after my reconstruction surgery, the doctor came in and told me I had a hematoma and that he needed to take me back into surgery. I was at my lowest, and so devastated but I had to muster up the strength to do the only thing I knew would work, I began to call upon God. “You said trust you God, I trust you. I lifted my faith like I’ve never lift it before”. I began to speak over my life, “Praise God, the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his by your stripes we are healed. I been through the valley of the shadow of death and I fear no evil because, I know that God is with me”.