With troubles in our country and around the world, many may wonder what will happen next; but in our area there are undoubtedly hundreds of people who are facing trials and sicknesses that take precedence over any political or international issues. They’re desperate for answers.
Sunday our pastor’s sermon focused on Luke’s story of Jesus healing Jairus’ little girl and the woman who had been sick for 12 years with an “issue of blood.” Through faith and one touch from the Master, total healing took place.
While listening to the message about the desperation caused by the illnesses and then the hope found in Jesus, I was reminded of how miserable we are when sickness or trouble comes.
I remembered the day my husband’s doctor called and told me Hansford’s test results were positive for colorectal cancer – and I was given the appointment date for him to see a surgeon.
I remembered our visit with the Tupelo surgeon and how serious and direct Dr. Hamilton was as he explained, “I won’t dare attempt surgery until we first get the area sterilized and the lesion shrunk by radiation and chemotherapy.”
He explained that a quick invasive surgery would spread the cells and the cancer would most likely not be contained. …So appointments were made with the treatment doctors.
Those who have experienced such a diagnosis know what I’m talking about. Everyone responds in a different way but I remember well how I felt.
We left the surgery office and drove back to Corinth, trying to soak in what we had heard. When we got home, my husband went outside, unable to say very much, and I went into my “place of privacy” – the bathroom!
I fell against the wall and pounded it with the palms of my hands as I cried out to God to heal this man. I fell on my knees beside the tub and begged the Healer to allow Hansford to live to see his grandchildren and enjoy family times together. I knew the road through treatments, surgery, recovery, and then more treatments would be long and painful, but with the Lord’s help and strength, we could do it. I was desperate!
Hansford is much tougher than me in the physical sense, but facing the big “C” word just about did him in emotionally as be began treatments. Five weeks of radiation and the rounds of chemo were very tough, and then there was a rest and healing period before surgery on October 1, 2001.
Scared to death but trusting in God, we went for the major surgery. Thankfully, everything went well with no infection or complications. With strong determination, my husband was soon walking through the pasture and down the field roads every day, building up strength and working the soreness out. It was hard to be positive but we took one day at a time.
After recovery from surgery, there were weekly chemo treatments for 52 weeks – and then he was done and given a chance to recover from the chemicals.
The good news for us is that God said “yes” to our prayers, and 16 years later, he’s still here, still up and going. We know we’ve done nothing to deserve the blessings – we just trusted that God was able if He chose to bring the healing on earth. We are so grateful for the second chance we’ve had together and with our children and grandchildren.
Now I know there are many stories that outshine my husband’s, some much more severe and trying, but I shared this story as an encouragement to someone today. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, get second opinions, and talk with people who have faced what you’re facing.
God is faithful. The saying that God delivers some from the fire, some through the fire, and some by the fire is true. Either way, He is present every day, giving strength and power to fight the fight – and if we belong to Him, we’re a winner either way!
Lora Ann Huff is a Wenasoga resident and special columnist for the Daily Corinthian. Her column appears Friday. She may be reached at 1774 CR 700, Corinth, MS 38834.