By Phyllis Tryon, Great Falls, Montana
In September 2007, I was diagnosed with uterine cancer following a hysterectomy. When I heard the lab report, I thought that must a mistake – they had someone else’s uterus! When you are told something like that, your mind can’t seem to wrap around it.
Prior to the hysterectomy, I had been bleeding almost constantly for a year and a half. It started when I was 54 years old. At that age, I suddenly hemorrhaged and had an emergency ablation, a procedure where they cauterize the uterine lining. It’s supposed to stop or diminish unusual bleeding. Only for me, it didn’t.
After the ablation, I kept bleeding. My gynecologist kept telling me I just needed to get through menopause, but she never did any blood work to check.
She then put me on a regimen of hormone therapy to try to force my body into menopause. The pharmacist tried to tell me not to take the hormones, but I blindly followed my doctor’s advice.
Finally I demanded a hysterectomy and then got the cancer diagnosis. By this time I was 55-1/2 years old. The doctor said she was confident the cancer was contained. However, the lab report said there was no “clear surgical margin,” meaning, she might have cut through the cancer.
I needed a catscan. The doctor made appointments for me with an oncologist, a radiologist, and a specialist in Billings.
I had the catscan and the gynocologist told me it was normal. She said the specialist would do a labroscopic surgery to stage the cancer. They would remove some lymph nodes in the abdomen and remove my ovaries. I was confident I was fine.
Finally, about three weeks following my diagnosis, I saw the specialist. He said, “Your catscan is NOT normal.” He said the cancer had not been contained. Instead of a staging, he suggested immediate radiation with chemotherapy to follow.
I felt like I was in a fog. To my benefit, each of the doctors I met said they believed I would beat this, that it was curable. But it was vital that we attack it hard and beat it now. A recurring cancer would not be good news.
I was scheduled for 7 weeks of radiation, 5 days a week, followed by 6 chemotherapy treatments, one every 3 weeks.
After a week of radiation treatments, I called a minister with the Christian Training Centre of Texas, Rev. Evelyn Thiele-Leonard (Sister Evelyn), to minister healing to me. She ministered to me over the phone, in essence, “laying hands on me” across the miles.
When I called, I didn’t give her any details except that I had had a hysterectomy and had been diagnosed with uterine cancer. She began to minister and she described the type and stage of cancer exactly as the lab report and specialist had said. She took dominion over it and cursed it in Jesus’ name.
I didn’t feel anything when Sister Evelyn ministered, but faith isn’t based on feelings. I just took it by faith that I was healed. I began confessing my healing to everyone around me, but I have to say, for about three days, I felt I was in a spiritual battle. My mind wanted to tell me, “You are not healed!”
I put together a list of healing scriptures from the Bible and read them over a few times a day, declaring them out loud. I listened to a CD every night of someone reading Bible scriptures on healing.
Finally, on the third day, the Lord revealed to me that I was missing out on the assurance of joy. I literally began to praise God whole heartedly for my healing that day. I became filled with joy. I even danced around the house! I was so happy.
It was then that I knew I could walk into my doctor appointments on Monday and request a new catscan. I was already scheduled for a checkup with the specialist the following week, and I wanted to show him my miracle.
I got the catscan and I went to see the specialist. He was ecstatic. He could not believe the changes. I told him, “I’m a miracle of healing.” And he walked over to me, took my hand and looked me right in the eyes and said, “It’s radiation, my dear.” I replied, “It’s God and medicine.”
To his credit, at a later checkup, he said, “God is all over this!”
At the advice of the doctors, I followed through with all treatments. I thanked God each time I was in treatment that I would receive all of the good benefits and none of the bad. That doesn’t mean I never dealt with side effects, but they were minor. The doctors called me their miracle patient! I absolutely knew I was healed and therefore I had no fear at all.
It has been 2-1/2 years since the hysterectomy. I feel better than I have in years. All my checkups remain fantastic.
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