
God’s Healing Hand May 18, 2021 About 2 months ago, I prayed about some news the doctors gave me about more treatments necessary. I had been in much despair about my physical health, the news just kept getting worse and worse from the doctors. I had decided when that news came that I would not take their recommendations for more health treatments. So I went to the war room and poured my heart out to the Father. And He sent one brother with a message of healing. It was a little video about a miracle God did for a man a few years back. Christ had paid a full price for me and I could be whole because I trusted him. That brother ministered to me. I am whole for the first time in 10 years. I kid you not, 10 years. I have been doing medical treatments for that long. You name it I have done it. Spent all that I had to get well. Let me give you a little history. In the summer of 2011, I moved to Washington from Ohio to say goodbye to my family. I had been diagnosed with terminal cancer stage four. So I asked my husband to bring me to see my family one last time. When we returned from the trip, I went right to University Hospital Case Western and started treatments. I was not expected to survive but it was a last-ditch effort on my part. I had tried all the natural healing methods to no avail. My throat had closed so they first did a biopsy and removed the cancer from my tongue. They installed a trac and a feeding tube at the same time and started me on radiation and chemotherapy. That was in August. This treatment was the most horrible thing I have ever been through. They removed some of my teeth because radiation will make them very painful in case there is any weakness there. Then they fitted me with a mask that literally pinned me to the radiation table so I could not move my head or chest. But the Lord never left my side. He gave me Jason, a believer, for my radiation technician. He would put my believer music on the CD player and crank it up while I went through the radiation every day. Jason would come in, put me in the machine and strap me down. Then he would leave. Every day he would say “you got this Dix, Father is with you.” Then he would crank up my music so I had something to focus on. Each treatment had to be calibrated and then administered so each session was about 45 minutes on that table. The table was hard and thin and uncomfortable. The minute it was done, Jason would run in and get me out of it. He would say “one more down”. There were 37 treatments in total in the radiation machine. The burns on my skin were so bad from the radiation that I had blisters the size of golf balls on my neck and shoulders. The nurses would put salve on it after the radiation treatments, but then the next day the salve would have to be removed before my next treatment. The pain made me often pass out, and I was already on morphine. I was in the hospital off and on until March of the following year. I had two full weeks of 24-hour chemotherapy. I could not even keep the formula for the feeding tube down. Suffice to say I was one sick puppy. The believers in my fellowship pasted scripture all over my room and had Jesus the Healer by EW Kenyon on CD for me to listen to. I had my Bible on CD too. Father’s word is the only thing that sustained me. That and my wonderful husband who came every day to encourage and pray for me. I even had a cardiac arrest and they brought me back once from that … when my respiratory failed. I was laying in rehab one night around 3 am with another radiation schedule for the next morning and a wound on my tailbone. My door open and a beautiful black woman entered the room. “Dixie, I have a message from Father, you will not die…,you will speak for me again!” There was a bit more to it! I was scheduled to be moved to hospice to die there. She came the next night too and told me more. I was unable to speak so I would write my answer on a notepad. I took down her name and phone number, assuming she was a nurse there. I asked her where she was from. She said she worked on the next floor up. She told me some amazing things about what was ahead. I did not find out she was an angel until I tried to find her and there was no such person employed there and the phone number was disconnected. They sent me home. The first night I had a really high fever of 104 so they took me to the hospital in Lorain, Ohio this time. They said the wound on my tail bone was infected and they put a central line in for IV antibiotics. Shimena stayed with her Dad who was very ill. And Andrea stayed with me at the hospital. They put a wound vacuum on my tail bone. On April 26th, 2012 Jesse passed away. Five days later I was on a plane headed to Washington state as Randy was with me. The first year I stayed with Margie, my baby sister. It was a pretty rough year. Every few weeks I had to go to Seattle to have my throat stretched. After 16 throat stretches and 90 hyperbaric treatments, they concluded there was not much more they could do. I went to Baltimore John Hopkins where Andres worked. They helped me learn to speak and swallow. I did the swallow test 7 times and finally passed it. My reward was a cup of awesome coffee by mouth. After 8 months I went back to Washington. I moved to Spokane when Andrea was pregnant with Vivienne my first grandchild. I rented an apartment there and spent the next 4 years taking care of my grandchildren…. It was a great joy. During that time my friend Dwight challenged me to try to drink water. I did re-learn how to drink liquid. And I was starting on soft foods in the feeding tube. One day the baby head-butted me in the jaw. I was so fragile from the radiation that it broke and the bone got infected. They put another central line in and I did IV antibiotics for 6 weeks. It did not work and the infection got worse. So they did emergency surgery and removed the jaw bone on the left side of my face and several more teeth along with the nerve. I could barely speak again and swallowing was very difficult. So you see I have been the gauntlet but Father always persevered as I held on to what the angel said. One afternoon I was on messenger chatting with Jim about Curry’s class and what I was seeing. He got a very strange message on his phone. The message had a specific date on it and he read it to me. Then Father showed me something from my past that had happened to me on that specific day. I went to bed praying and thinking about it. In the night Father woke me again and reminded me what happened on that particular day and told me I need to forgive the person who did the wrong to me. So that is what I did. Even more healing came instantly. I had buried that horrible situation so deep God had to bring it to my mind. God can communicate with His children any way He sees fit. That night Jim ministered to me again and immediately things started to change. I got into bed and said my prayers and love to Father. I woke up about 1 am dripping wet. The bed was soaked with sweat. The 10 years of chronic mouth, neck and back pain was gone. And my jaw was realigned and I could move my neck. About 4 am I woke up praising God because the pain was gone. I had been getting up in the night every night taking additional pain meds just to get through the night. The next morning Father said make a smoothie and drink it. So I tried. It was rough going at first but now it is easy. So I would do part of my food by mouth and part by feeding tube. Every day I was encouraged to try more by mouth. Then one day I knew I was supposed to do cranberry juice that way and I did it. During this time I was running Curry Blake’s class every day on Divine Healing. After 4 weeks I removed the feeding tube by my Father’s direction. It sealed up overnight. Our Father is so faithful to heal. He wants all men saved and to come to a knowledge of His love. This is part of my story to date. I hope it encourages your heart. Update |