Ashley, her mum and Annie spent the next two months doing everything she always wanted to do. They visited Disneyland, spent time at the beach, ate anything she wanted to eat including candies and ice cream and any other sweets she could think of.
By the third month, it was slowly dawning on her that she was going to die soon.
One night as she was sleeping, she suddenly woke up and sneaked out of their house to go for a walk and somehow she ended up in the church near her street.
She slowly walked into the church and sat in front of the altar, wondering why and how she ended up here.
Looking up at the altar thinking how exactly she had come this far and how she was still going to die even after fighting with all her strength and her life she finally found her tears and cried. Cried so much she thought she would pass out just by crying.
“Dear God, if you are actually up there, if you can really hear me. I don’t want to die. Please don’t let me die. I know the doctors say nothing can be done but I believe in you. After all if you can raise the dead then what is a few cancerous cells to you”.
“You took my dad away and now you want to take me away too and leave my mum alone. Maybe I’ve not been good to you and you are punishing me for it. Please forgive me in any way that I have erred. Don’t let me die. Pave a way for me, bring glory to your name Lord, please”.
“You said in your word Deutronomy 31 vs 6 that I should be strong, courageous and firm. That I shouldn’t fear nor be in terror for it is you who goes with me, that you will not fail me nor forsake me. Don’t fail me Lord, please don’t fail me or my my mum”.
She stayed a little more and she was all dried up of tears and too tired to talk anymore she went back home.
The days passed slowly and nothing happened, she was beginning to wonder if her prayers were getting stuck somewhere.
One day while she was reading her bible she came across Romans 10 vs 10-11 “For with the heart man believeth into righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made into salvation. For the scripture saith: whosoever believeth on Him shall not be ashamed”.
After reading this she smiled and touched her chest saying “I shall not be ashamed”.
The next day her mum received a call from Dr Kester informing her of a new clinical trial on cancer patients and asked if we would be interested. She also told her that it was my best chance of survival and that if everything went well and as planned I could be cured… Forever.
My mum told me and after we prayed about it we finally accepted and immediately all I could think about was Psalms 18 vs 6 “In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before Him; even into His ears”.
The next two years was a blur as everything was happening too fast, the treatments, biopsies, surgeries in between and many more. And finally I had received my miracle because I believed and trusted in Him.
“Looking back to 32 years ago, I would never have thought that I’d come this far and if I did, so can you. Seek peace in the Lord and continually thank Him, you have hope in Him so continue to commit in Him. Use this as an opportunity to revive your prayer life and meditate on His words. Don’t be discouraged, even when it seems like He ain’t listening. He loves you and He is faithful”.
“Remember 2 Corinthians 12 vs 9-10, but He said to me ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. Dr Ashley James once again. Thank you”. She said as she left the podium in front of the conference hall where she was invited to share her story.
After her ordeal, she’s gone on to become and oncologist, vowing to help others that are going through what she once went through. Her mum passed away a few years ago and she had opened a foundation for cancer patients in her honor; The Margo Foundation. She’s 46 now, she has a husband and two lovely kids. If she can make it so can you.
I know this is different from what I normally write but this cuts closer to home than you think.
I’ve lost people to cancer; I even just recently lost a cousin to it last month. I’ve seen people lose loved ones to cancer, I’ve watched movies, I’ve read about it and I even come across it once in a while in my studies.
90% of the time, cancer patients die. I just wanted to create that rarity, to believe that some could actually survive and live a normal life. That they all don’t have to die. Maybe it’s not all about the faith but what would that hurt?? Nothing I guess.
Hope you all enjoyed this too because I really enjoyed writing it.