Two weeks in to chemotherapy and I was in hospital with sepsis. It was my first time ever as an inpatient and, despite not even realising how serious my condition was, it was upsetting.
After much moving around, I was eventually placed into a ward with one other lady – we’ll call her Bella – a dear old lady of 84 who had been suffering with chronic diarrhoea for over two months and had lost over two stone in weight as a result. She was in incredible pain and was completely out of control of her body – going about 20-30 times a day and all through the night.
Needless to say, she was really suffering.
Honestly, this was a test of my character as it was really hard hearing her condition while I was also so weak but by the grace of God I pushed through my own desperation to find the place of compassion and I began to pray. My mum and many of my friends were already praying for me and so I asked them too if they would pray for Bella, who had no hope and felt utterly degraded by her condition.
One day when my mum came to visit, she offered to pray for Bella but was politely refused as she had her daughter visiting who was a strong atheist. However, after visiting time was over and both our family members had gone home, Bella turned to me and said, “I would very much like your mum to pray with me.”
So, the next day, Mum came in at a different time and no sooner than she had walked in the door than Bella asked, “Will you pray for me?” Mum had already been up in the night praying for Bella back home and so gladly took the opportunity. As she finished, Bella expressed a sense of peace; visiting time went on as normal, Mum went home and we both went to sleep.
The next morning, as soon as we were both awake, Bella excitedly called my name, exclaiming, “I had my first dry night!! I feel like my whole body has been cleansed all the way through!!”
I felt like I could have shot through the roof with excitement! I was so overjoyed! I text my mum, who danced around the house singing and we were all filled with joy.
I was discharged that same morning and as Mum prepared to come and pick me up, she felt she should bring with her, and pray over, a shawl that I had crocheted when I was first diagnosed. In my weakness, crochet was pretty much the only thing I could manage and I had made this lilac shawl with some left over yarn that Mum had. The shawl had ended up looking far more ‘granny-ish’ than I had hoped and I had been left wondering what I would do with it. But as it happened, Mum felt we should give it to Bella and it suited her perfectly! She looked simply beautiful in the lilac and the small size of it was just perfect for where she had lost so much weight. She was so blessed to receive this gift and wore it continually.
We heard, weeks later, that the diarrhoea had not come back from that point onward, despite the doctors having been at a complete loss as to what to do. They had given her steroids the day Mum prayed but nothing could account for the sense of utter cleansing and joy with which Bella was filled that morning and from that point on.
Our wonderful God lifts the lowly, restores dignity to the broken, gives hope and healing to those without and plants the most beautiful surprises for us in the most unexpected places. Praise to Him forever!