Your prayers for my friend, Paulette "Kay," prove once again that there should never be a time when we loose hope. God is always with us. Let me share a letter that Paulette sent to me this evening. It is somewhat long ... but moving and uplifting. These are her words about her miracle. MIRACLES DO HAPPEN
By
Paulette "K" (as you recall, I changed her surname.)I am writing this letter as a witness that miracles do happen. As you know I have updating you on my medical reports. This is a rather long and detailed article, but I feel I must give my testimony for the Lord. As you all know, I emailed everyone in the States as well as from Jerusalem, Poland, Rome, Austria to India, South America and Bangladesh to pray through the intercession of our dear friend and beloved Holy Father, Servant of God, Pope John Paul II, that in Jesus’ named I would be healed and free of cancer if it was God’s will. I have a relic of Pope John Paul II that I carry with me all the time.
Oct. 28. 2005, I had a radical nephrectomy for kidney cancer. On Oct. 9, 2006, I had a CT Scan as part of the one year kidney cancer check up. The Radiology report showed “a pulmonary mass worrisome for metastasis and a suspicious metastatic lesion in the liver.” The doctors (all three of them that I had consulted) said it looked very bad that perhaps the kidney cancer had metastasized. The possibilities were kidney cancer in the lung (does not respond to radiation or chemo), possible mesothelioma (no cure) or a new kind of lung cancer to be determined. None of these looked particularly good. So I was praying that perhaps it would be a cancer with a cure...be it surgery, chemo, or radiation.
The next step was to have a PET Scan to determine if these indeed were cancer. So I had the PET Scan Oct. 12. With my arms above my head and having to remain still for 30+ minutes, I held and prayed my rosary. My arms ached and I thought how Jesus arms must have ached on the cross as they were outstretched for us and I prayed for mercy in reparation for all my sins. I prayed also for mothers who had abortions as the babies were torn from the wombs. What pain must both have suffered. The PET Scan came back positive for the lesion in the lung plus a lymph node in the lung as well. The liver showed negative (Thank you Jesus!).
The doctor's said in order to find out what kind of cancer it was, a biopsy was needed. So on the feast of the Miracle of Sun from Fatima, Friday, Oct. 13, I went for the biopsy. The nurse asked if I were superstitious because it was Friday the 13th, and I said no on the contrary it was a perfect day because it was a feast of Our Lady of Fatima's Miracle. I have a great devotion to Our Lady.
We waited all weekend and Monday Oct. 16 the doctor called and said pathology called and said there were not enough cell tissue samples taken so it was inconclusive as they only got muscle cells. This rarely happens, but unfortunately, I was the one where not enough samples came through on the biopsy. The doctor said we would need to repeat the biopsy.
I was scheduled to leave on Wednesday October 18 for Austria for Franciscan University's Maria Thron Foundation Board on which I serve. I was to meet a professor, and she and I were going to visit the Eucharistic Miracle in Germany as well as several shrines and the birthplace of Pope Benedict in Bavaria. It was to have been a great trip and then I would attend the meeting. I was totally packed and my bags were by the door and Paul encouraged me to go and pray and when I returned we would deal with the cancer and further tests. I would be back in the States on Oct. 28. The trip was only ten days. The doctor said ten days would be okay if that is what I wanted to do. Although, he was surprised that I would go.
In the middle of the night on the 18 Oct. at 2 AM. I got up and had this profound feeling that "the shrines have been there for a 1,000 years and you need to take care of your medical needs NOW. I am Jesus and I can heal you if I choose....I am present in your tabernacle in your parish Church." At this hour in the middle of the night, I called the airlines, canceled my trip, and emailed Austria, Franciscan University and all who were involved in my trip and canceled everything. At this time I prayed to Jesus of Divine Mercy asking for mercy and healing if it was His will.
I woke Paul and said I canceled my trip; I wanted to be near him during this crisis. He was such strength and so positive that whatever it was we would see it through together and beat it. We would get whatever medical tests and procedures necessary to begin to take care of the "cancer." I had a great peace that I did this. We both went to Mass and Holy Communion. This was the feast of St. Luke, patron saint of doctors. I prayed that he would find a doctor or medical intervention to help me. I asked this always if it was God's will.
When we returned home from Mass, there was a FED EX package at my door and it was from our dear Friend, Fr. Kazimierz Chwalek of the Divine Mercy Shrine in Stockbridge, MA. (Father Kaz helped to translate St. Faustina's diary from Polish to English). There was a get well prayer card with the picture of Jesus of Divine Mercy "Jesus I Trust in You" and an excerpt from St. Faustina's Diary "You know our weaknesses, and like a good physician, You comfort and heal, sparing us sufferings - expert that You are." (Diary of St. Faustina 247). Also included was a special balsam and oil for healing from a shrine in Europe. Again a profound thought came...because you were faithful in canceling...the "shrines" came to you!" I called the doctor and he was very happy that I cancelled the trip and scheduled me for another biopsy the next day, Thursday, Oct. 19. He did not want to wait any longer.
I called Father Kaz to tell him how much his package meant to me and he said he was in Chicago and would drive to Springfield with another priest to have Mass in our home and give me the anointing of the sick – a sacrament of the Catholic Church which can bring spiritual and physical healing. They came to our home and we had a beautiful Mass and healing service. They left and had to drive to Wisconsin -almost a six hour drive. Father Kaz had been with us when I had my Kidney Cancer surgery and it was a great grace to have him with us again.
In one of the many spiritual articles that I read was the saying “Be not afraid!” These words were also in this week's Gospel. It had great meaning for me at this time. These words were made famous by our late beloved Holy Father, Pope John Paul II. As Father Benedict Groeschel said to me….a “good Polish girl like you should repeat these words over and over again.” He also said for me to repeat the words of St. Therese of the Child Jesus of Lisieux, the Little Flower, “All is grace”. She could not receive communion for six months because she had TB and coughed and the sisters would feel sorry for her and her reply was “All is grace.” The next day I opened an email from a Legionaire’s priest who said the very same things to me: “repeat the words of the Little Flower, “Everything is a grace.” Trust in God.” Confirmation by the Holy Spirit…yes indeed…these words were given to me to help me through the days that were to come...hidden from my eyes at this point. I needed to proceed with total trust accepting “all is grace.”
Thursday morning arrived and we went to the hospital for the second biopsy. The doctor’s explained all the things that could go wrong and what the procedure would be. I was awake and praying my rosary as I watched the procedure on the ultrasound machine. I chose not to be sedated and asked for just a local anesthetic where the biopsy would take place. The doctor's took two specimens and pathology came back and requested yet another one. The third sample went deep into the lesion (which was over an inch in length).
After I was back in the room, I began having pains in the chest, and Xrays showed I had a nemothorax. Nemothorax is when a lung creates a bubble on the lung. It then bursts and creates a hole. The one who has a nemothorax will feel sharp pains in their chest areas and may have problems breathing. They can be deadly, because they can allow your lung to collapse not allowing you to get air and so then you pretty much sufficate to death. My lung deflated from the hole from the biopsy. I was given oxygen and taken back to surgery to have a tube put in the lung to help the lung inflate and drain the area. The biopsy was done by going into the lung from the back under the shoulder blade and now this procedure was to put a tube in the lung through the front above the breast. I again chose not to be sedated, and held on to my rosary beads and prayed the chaplet out loud as the procedure was taking place. I told the staff that it would help me if I could pray out loud to Jesus. Painful...yes, but praying and offering all up in union with Jesus really helped. The Chaplet of Divine Mercy seems to bring me great peace.
I was taken back to my room. I had prayed my rosary again as well as the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I had my prayer book with me and meditated on the picture of Jesus the Good Shepherd. There is a particular picture I like with Jesus' hand on a little sheep (I imagine that this was the sheep that had been "lost"). There was so much peace on the face of the sheep having the hand of Jesus comforting it. I imagine myself as that sheep. (You know sheep are really DUMB...DUMB ANIMALS. I think that is why Jesus refers to Himself as the Good Shepherd tending to all of us - His "dumb" sheep!). As you all know me, I go in a hundred directions and have too many "irons in the fire". I like to have control of things. Many times I feel “lost” amid the hundreds of things that seem so important and need to be done as soon as possible; my never ending list that seems to grow larger every day. Now it seemed that Jesus was saying....stop...slow down...I am all you need...I will bring you peace, I am in control.
There was a new shift in the hospital for the evening and a lovely black nurse named Becky came in and saw me praying. I told her that I wait waiting for the biopsy report and praying to Jesus. She prayed with me and asked me if she could copy the picture and prayer "Jesus Help Me!" next to the picture. Of course I said yes, and gave her my prayer book. I thanked the Lord that even in this situation I could help evangelize about Him being the Good Shepherd. At this time, I found myself saying, thank you Jesus that I am here for the biopsy because I am able to reach out the medical staff here as they minister to my physical needs. I remembered the words in the bible "in all things give thanks." It is not easy to say "thank you" when you are expecting a “terminal report.” Yes, I was devastated and was expecting the worst possible scenario after having received the latest PET Scan positive results. But I was able to say “thank you, Jesus” and it came from my heart.
At this point, I merely prayed...."Lord, for 11 days I have been telling you what I want done. I am really a dumb sheep! Imagine a poor sinner that I am, having the NERVE to tell you, the most loving God and Savior and Omnipotent One, WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO!!!!" At this point, I said with the most humble and sincere heart, "Lord, what You want ...I want. Please be with me as I carry this cross and most importantly, please help my family. I love them very much and it will be very difficult for them. Please let good come from this and please forgive me for my many sins." I prayed for so many people and for strength. I asked that His Mother Mary will be with me and be my protection and comfort. I only took one pain pill (the smallest dose possible) at midnight to help with the pain so I could get some rest.
The next morning Paul came back to the hospital and the pulmonary doctor came in and said he was just paying a "social visit" and this was not an official visit. He asked how I was and I said "I had better days." I asked if he had the biopsy report, and he said "not the official one." He said he make an appointment with the surgeon for next week because it was easier to cancel a scheduled appointment than to try to get one. He said he was very sorry that I was the "lucky one" that the danger of a lung deflating after a biopsy had happened to me. He was very somber rather than his usual happy disposition. He said he would probably have the results on Monday from the biopsy as pathology doesn't work on the weekend. Since it was Friday 20 Oct., he said just to take care of the deflated lung now and we would talk Monday. He said to try to stay positive. He hadn’t told us at this time that he had a preliminary report that it appeared to be cancer from the ultrasound.
About 45 minutes later, Dr. Aboubakr, returned with a serious face. I said immediately...you got the results...he said yes...He said yesterday that the radiologist and pathologist called him and they told him it looked positive for tumor but needed to be determined what type of cells they were. Today pathology just called and said IT WAS NOT CANCER!!! It was a fungus infection that began from Histoplasmosis and was a granuloma and said he wanted me to hear it from the pathologist himself. So he called the Pathologist doctor and said for him to read me the pathology report. IT WAS NOT CANCER! A granuloma is a small area of inflammation in the body due to tissue injury, such as from an infection. Granulomas most often occur in the lungs. Although granulomas are noncancerous (benign), they may resemble cancer on an X-ray. They typically cause no signs or symptoms and are found incidentally on an X-ray done for some other reason. The most common cause of granuloma is histoplasmosis, a fungal infection that primarily affects the lungs. The histoplasmosis fungus lives in soil, especially soil that is enriched with bat or bird droppings. People get histoplasmosis when they breathe in dust that contains the fungus and is treatable with fungus-killing medicines. Most people with pulmonary histoplasmosis never suspect that they have the disease. Granulomas due to histoplasmosis are usually visible on X-rays because they become calcified and have the same density as bone. Most people with histoplasmosis experience some involvement with the lymph nodes in the center of the chest. This region, the mediastinum, lies between your two lungs and contains the trachea, esophagus, heart and many small lymph nodes. In a small percentage of people with acute pulmonary histoplasmosis, the lymph nodes may enlarge. This explains why the PET Scan showed positive for the lung lesion and the positive lymph node.
We cried "Oh, Thank God, thank you Jesus." I said to Dr. Aboubakr, “I prayed.”...and he said..."Paulette, I am Muslim, and we are different faiths, but I prayed to my God for you." Paul said, "Doctor, we pray to the same God only under different names.” I said “Thank you for your prayers and I will pray for you and your medical ability." The doctor said this is only the second time in his medical experience that this has happened. Paul hugged him and they seemed to dance as they were jumping up and down after hearing this great news, and Paul said to the doctor that if the doctor wasn’t a man he would have kissed him!!! The doctor hugged me and we rejoiced in the good news. He said he would send me to an infectious doctor for treatment. He turned around and left with a smile on his face.
I realize that God answered our prayers far better than for what we prayed. We prayed that it would be a simple cancer – curable. God provided a much better solution – No Cancer. I must always remember this result when I pray and begin to “ask” God for “something.” Now, when I will pray and tell our Wonderful Lord what the situation may be that is troubling me, I will then give it to Him and let Him do as He chooses and trust in Him when to simply trust Him seems the hardest thing of all to do.
We were overjoyed. Paul and I immediately prayed together a prayer of thanksgiving and then the joyful phone calls began to our family and friends telling them of the "Good News - Miracles do happen!"
I will now go to an infection disease doctor for treatment and assured that I am always in the care of Divine Providence. Thank you for your prayers for us. You will never know how much your support and prayers meant to us. I ask that all of you please join Paul and me in prayers of thanksgiving to God who is Good – all the time! In all circumstances, may I always have the courage to pray, "Jesus, I trust in You." or in the original Polish language: “Jesu, Ufam Tobie!”
By
Paulette "K" (as you recall, I changed her surname.)I am writing this letter as a witness that miracles do happen. As you know I have updating you on my medical reports. This is a rather long and detailed article, but I feel I must give my testimony for the Lord. As you all know, I emailed everyone in the States as well as from Jerusalem, Poland, Rome, Austria to India, South America and Bangladesh to pray through the intercession of our dear friend and beloved Holy Father, Servant of God, Pope John Paul II, that in Jesus’ named I would be healed and free of cancer if it was God’s will. I have a relic of Pope John Paul II that I carry with me all the time.
Oct. 28. 2005, I had a radical nephrectomy for kidney cancer. On Oct. 9, 2006, I had a CT Scan as part of the one year kidney cancer check up. The Radiology report showed “a pulmonary mass worrisome for metastasis and a suspicious metastatic lesion in the liver.” The doctors (all three of them that I had consulted) said it looked very bad that perhaps the kidney cancer had metastasized. The possibilities were kidney cancer in the lung (does not respond to radiation or chemo), possible mesothelioma (no cure) or a new kind of lung cancer to be determined. None of these looked particularly good. So I was praying that perhaps it would be a cancer with a cure...be it surgery, chemo, or radiation.
The next step was to have a PET Scan to determine if these indeed were cancer. So I had the PET Scan Oct. 12. With my arms above my head and having to remain still for 30+ minutes, I held and prayed my rosary. My arms ached and I thought how Jesus arms must have ached on the cross as they were outstretched for us and I prayed for mercy in reparation for all my sins. I prayed also for mothers who had abortions as the babies were torn from the wombs. What pain must both have suffered. The PET Scan came back positive for the lesion in the lung plus a lymph node in the lung as well. The liver showed negative (Thank you Jesus!).
The doctor's said in order to find out what kind of cancer it was, a biopsy was needed. So on the feast of the Miracle of Sun from Fatima, Friday, Oct. 13, I went for the biopsy. The nurse asked if I were superstitious because it was Friday the 13th, and I said no on the contrary it was a perfect day because it was a feast of Our Lady of Fatima's Miracle. I have a great devotion to Our Lady.
We waited all weekend and Monday Oct. 16 the doctor called and said pathology called and said there were not enough cell tissue samples taken so it was inconclusive as they only got muscle cells. This rarely happens, but unfortunately, I was the one where not enough samples came through on the biopsy. The doctor said we would need to repeat the biopsy.
I was scheduled to leave on Wednesday October 18 for Austria for Franciscan University's Maria Thron Foundation Board on which I serve. I was to meet a professor, and she and I were going to visit the Eucharistic Miracle in Germany as well as several shrines and the birthplace of Pope Benedict in Bavaria. It was to have been a great trip and then I would attend the meeting. I was totally packed and my bags were by the door and Paul encouraged me to go and pray and when I returned we would deal with the cancer and further tests. I would be back in the States on Oct. 28. The trip was only ten days. The doctor said ten days would be okay if that is what I wanted to do. Although, he was surprised that I would go.
In the middle of the night on the 18 Oct. at 2 AM. I got up and had this profound feeling that "the shrines have been there for a 1,000 years and you need to take care of your medical needs NOW. I am Jesus and I can heal you if I choose....I am present in your tabernacle in your parish Church." At this hour in the middle of the night, I called the airlines, canceled my trip, and emailed Austria, Franciscan University and all who were involved in my trip and canceled everything. At this time I prayed to Jesus of Divine Mercy asking for mercy and healing if it was His will.
I woke Paul and said I canceled my trip; I wanted to be near him during this crisis. He was such strength and so positive that whatever it was we would see it through together and beat it. We would get whatever medical tests and procedures necessary to begin to take care of the "cancer." I had a great peace that I did this. We both went to Mass and Holy Communion. This was the feast of St. Luke, patron saint of doctors. I prayed that he would find a doctor or medical intervention to help me. I asked this always if it was God's will.
When we returned home from Mass, there was a FED EX package at my door and it was from our dear Friend, Fr. Kazimierz Chwalek of the Divine Mercy Shrine in Stockbridge, MA. (Father Kaz helped to translate St. Faustina's diary from Polish to English). There was a get well prayer card with the picture of Jesus of Divine Mercy "Jesus I Trust in You" and an excerpt from St. Faustina's Diary "You know our weaknesses, and like a good physician, You comfort and heal, sparing us sufferings - expert that You are." (Diary of St. Faustina 247). Also included was a special balsam and oil for healing from a shrine in Europe. Again a profound thought came...because you were faithful in canceling...the "shrines" came to you!" I called the doctor and he was very happy that I cancelled the trip and scheduled me for another biopsy the next day, Thursday, Oct. 19. He did not want to wait any longer.
I called Father Kaz to tell him how much his package meant to me and he said he was in Chicago and would drive to Springfield with another priest to have Mass in our home and give me the anointing of the sick – a sacrament of the Catholic Church which can bring spiritual and physical healing. They came to our home and we had a beautiful Mass and healing service. They left and had to drive to Wisconsin -almost a six hour drive. Father Kaz had been with us when I had my Kidney Cancer surgery and it was a great grace to have him with us again.
In one of the many spiritual articles that I read was the saying “Be not afraid!” These words were also in this week's Gospel. It had great meaning for me at this time. These words were made famous by our late beloved Holy Father, Pope John Paul II. As Father Benedict Groeschel said to me….a “good Polish girl like you should repeat these words over and over again.” He also said for me to repeat the words of St. Therese of the Child Jesus of Lisieux, the Little Flower, “All is grace”. She could not receive communion for six months because she had TB and coughed and the sisters would feel sorry for her and her reply was “All is grace.” The next day I opened an email from a Legionaire’s priest who said the very same things to me: “repeat the words of the Little Flower, “Everything is a grace.” Trust in God.” Confirmation by the Holy Spirit…yes indeed…these words were given to me to help me through the days that were to come...hidden from my eyes at this point. I needed to proceed with total trust accepting “all is grace.”
Thursday morning arrived and we went to the hospital for the second biopsy. The doctor’s explained all the things that could go wrong and what the procedure would be. I was awake and praying my rosary as I watched the procedure on the ultrasound machine. I chose not to be sedated and asked for just a local anesthetic where the biopsy would take place. The doctor's took two specimens and pathology came back and requested yet another one. The third sample went deep into the lesion (which was over an inch in length).
After I was back in the room, I began having pains in the chest, and Xrays showed I had a nemothorax. Nemothorax is when a lung creates a bubble on the lung. It then bursts and creates a hole. The one who has a nemothorax will feel sharp pains in their chest areas and may have problems breathing. They can be deadly, because they can allow your lung to collapse not allowing you to get air and so then you pretty much sufficate to death. My lung deflated from the hole from the biopsy. I was given oxygen and taken back to surgery to have a tube put in the lung to help the lung inflate and drain the area. The biopsy was done by going into the lung from the back under the shoulder blade and now this procedure was to put a tube in the lung through the front above the breast. I again chose not to be sedated, and held on to my rosary beads and prayed the chaplet out loud as the procedure was taking place. I told the staff that it would help me if I could pray out loud to Jesus. Painful...yes, but praying and offering all up in union with Jesus really helped. The Chaplet of Divine Mercy seems to bring me great peace.
I was taken back to my room. I had prayed my rosary again as well as the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I had my prayer book with me and meditated on the picture of Jesus the Good Shepherd. There is a particular picture I like with Jesus' hand on a little sheep (I imagine that this was the sheep that had been "lost"). There was so much peace on the face of the sheep having the hand of Jesus comforting it. I imagine myself as that sheep. (You know sheep are really DUMB...DUMB ANIMALS. I think that is why Jesus refers to Himself as the Good Shepherd tending to all of us - His "dumb" sheep!). As you all know me, I go in a hundred directions and have too many "irons in the fire". I like to have control of things. Many times I feel “lost” amid the hundreds of things that seem so important and need to be done as soon as possible; my never ending list that seems to grow larger every day. Now it seemed that Jesus was saying....stop...slow down...I am all you need...I will bring you peace, I am in control.
There was a new shift in the hospital for the evening and a lovely black nurse named Becky came in and saw me praying. I told her that I wait waiting for the biopsy report and praying to Jesus. She prayed with me and asked me if she could copy the picture and prayer "Jesus Help Me!" next to the picture. Of course I said yes, and gave her my prayer book. I thanked the Lord that even in this situation I could help evangelize about Him being the Good Shepherd. At this time, I found myself saying, thank you Jesus that I am here for the biopsy because I am able to reach out the medical staff here as they minister to my physical needs. I remembered the words in the bible "in all things give thanks." It is not easy to say "thank you" when you are expecting a “terminal report.” Yes, I was devastated and was expecting the worst possible scenario after having received the latest PET Scan positive results. But I was able to say “thank you, Jesus” and it came from my heart.
At this point, I merely prayed...."Lord, for 11 days I have been telling you what I want done. I am really a dumb sheep! Imagine a poor sinner that I am, having the NERVE to tell you, the most loving God and Savior and Omnipotent One, WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO!!!!" At this point, I said with the most humble and sincere heart, "Lord, what You want ...I want. Please be with me as I carry this cross and most importantly, please help my family. I love them very much and it will be very difficult for them. Please let good come from this and please forgive me for my many sins." I prayed for so many people and for strength. I asked that His Mother Mary will be with me and be my protection and comfort. I only took one pain pill (the smallest dose possible) at midnight to help with the pain so I could get some rest.
The next morning Paul came back to the hospital and the pulmonary doctor came in and said he was just paying a "social visit" and this was not an official visit. He asked how I was and I said "I had better days." I asked if he had the biopsy report, and he said "not the official one." He said he make an appointment with the surgeon for next week because it was easier to cancel a scheduled appointment than to try to get one. He said he was very sorry that I was the "lucky one" that the danger of a lung deflating after a biopsy had happened to me. He was very somber rather than his usual happy disposition. He said he would probably have the results on Monday from the biopsy as pathology doesn't work on the weekend. Since it was Friday 20 Oct., he said just to take care of the deflated lung now and we would talk Monday. He said to try to stay positive. He hadn’t told us at this time that he had a preliminary report that it appeared to be cancer from the ultrasound.
About 45 minutes later, Dr. Aboubakr, returned with a serious face. I said immediately...you got the results...he said yes...He said yesterday that the radiologist and pathologist called him and they told him it looked positive for tumor but needed to be determined what type of cells they were. Today pathology just called and said IT WAS NOT CANCER!!! It was a fungus infection that began from Histoplasmosis and was a granuloma and said he wanted me to hear it from the pathologist himself. So he called the Pathologist doctor and said for him to read me the pathology report. IT WAS NOT CANCER! A granuloma is a small area of inflammation in the body due to tissue injury, such as from an infection. Granulomas most often occur in the lungs. Although granulomas are noncancerous (benign), they may resemble cancer on an X-ray. They typically cause no signs or symptoms and are found incidentally on an X-ray done for some other reason. The most common cause of granuloma is histoplasmosis, a fungal infection that primarily affects the lungs. The histoplasmosis fungus lives in soil, especially soil that is enriched with bat or bird droppings. People get histoplasmosis when they breathe in dust that contains the fungus and is treatable with fungus-killing medicines. Most people with pulmonary histoplasmosis never suspect that they have the disease. Granulomas due to histoplasmosis are usually visible on X-rays because they become calcified and have the same density as bone. Most people with histoplasmosis experience some involvement with the lymph nodes in the center of the chest. This region, the mediastinum, lies between your two lungs and contains the trachea, esophagus, heart and many small lymph nodes. In a small percentage of people with acute pulmonary histoplasmosis, the lymph nodes may enlarge. This explains why the PET Scan showed positive for the lung lesion and the positive lymph node.
We cried "Oh, Thank God, thank you Jesus." I said to Dr. Aboubakr, “I prayed.”...and he said..."Paulette, I am Muslim, and we are different faiths, but I prayed to my God for you." Paul said, "Doctor, we pray to the same God only under different names.” I said “Thank you for your prayers and I will pray for you and your medical ability." The doctor said this is only the second time in his medical experience that this has happened. Paul hugged him and they seemed to dance as they were jumping up and down after hearing this great news, and Paul said to the doctor that if the doctor wasn’t a man he would have kissed him!!! The doctor hugged me and we rejoiced in the good news. He said he would send me to an infectious doctor for treatment. He turned around and left with a smile on his face.
I realize that God answered our prayers far better than for what we prayed. We prayed that it would be a simple cancer – curable. God provided a much better solution – No Cancer. I must always remember this result when I pray and begin to “ask” God for “something.” Now, when I will pray and tell our Wonderful Lord what the situation may be that is troubling me, I will then give it to Him and let Him do as He chooses and trust in Him when to simply trust Him seems the hardest thing of all to do.
We were overjoyed. Paul and I immediately prayed together a prayer of thanksgiving and then the joyful phone calls began to our family and friends telling them of the "Good News - Miracles do happen!"
I will now go to an infection disease doctor for treatment and assured that I am always in the care of Divine Providence. Thank you for your prayers for us. You will never know how much your support and prayers meant to us. I ask that all of you please join Paul and me in prayers of thanksgiving to God who is Good – all the time! In all circumstances, may I always have the courage to pray, "Jesus, I trust in You." or in the original Polish language: “Jesu, Ufam Tobie!”
