November 1, 2012
I was told to go to the hospital ASAP. My eye doctor had just examined me and told me that my eye wasn’t just in danger of losing all its eyesight but losing the eye as well. The tumor had aggressively grown larger. I was admitted June 25, 2014.
My husband, daughter and I went in through the emergency room that morning and one glance at my eye by the hospital nurses and doctors put me right in to exam rooms where they proceeded with their tests and questions.
The emergency doctor had two eye professionals come look and examine my eyes and had a CT scan which revealed the tumor was over two inches, then came the CT scan of my body which revealed the other tumors in my abdomen and chest. I had already been admitted by then before all the results.
I had become an attraction to a lot of doctors because of my eye and that was just the medical surface of problems. They gave me pain meds and for the first time in months the pain of my eye subsided. The tumor was encased in it own self behind my eye pushing outwards and not in my brain as was their fears. PRAISE GOD and THANK YOU JESUS.
I was given two units of blood because my blood level was a six and should be in a range of 12-14. Pretty sick kid and really didn’t realize it. The teams of doctors started pouring in, there were the hospital primary team, the oncology team and also this is a teaching hospital consisting of the USF medical college and Moffitt cancer center at Tampa General.
More tests ensued, bloodwork, CT scans, biopsy,spinal taps, echocardiograms. The doctors thought that the Lymphoma had become aggressive and changed types and was preparing a plan of R-CHOP (rituxan plus chemos.)
Here was the news that my heart was perfect, I had acute kidney injury, thyroid tumors swelling had pushed my trachea to the side, the huge eye tumor, other tumors through out and then the primary doctor comes and tells me about the one in my chest, I said to him what the size of a baseball and he replied, no much larger around my heart. That temporarily blowed the wind out of my sails.
I BELIEVED GOD. My eye started to shrink on its own (THE HAND OF GOD) and the doctors noticed and they would ask and I would reply JESUS. I got a copy of my medical report and three times the different doctors would say the patient believes GOD IS HEALING HER. No that wasn’t right, I know GOD was healing me.
I started the rituxan on Sunday night the 29th of June, my daughter was there. The warnings were maybe a rash or hives. The medicine started at 25 for two hours then fifty, then another hour 75. I suddenly started having chills, and asked for blankets then my heart rate started tacking up to 189 to 120 then jumping back up, I had a fever from 99-102 to 99 again and back to 102. and I couldn’t talk my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest and I was holding it in, My daughter said to the nurse to turn it off, and she said she had to call the doctor , my little girl said either you do it now or I will do it. The nurse turned it off and asked if she should call the emergency response team and my daughter said you better.
My daughter grabbed my face and said look at me, talk to me, MOM. It took everything in me to say I’m okay. I couldn’t loudly pray and run off every devil in hell, but I quietly whispered the name JESUS as I held onto my heart and it was enough.
I kept drifting in and out and would see a whole team of nurses watching my husband and daughter cooling me with ice packs. The heart monitor on my chest had failed that night but the blood pressure cuff and heart rate and temp gauge worked. The ekg tacked. I heard one of the nurses say when the rate returns to normal, we will restart, everything internally screamed please no. My daughter again like a lion spoke up and said not tonight. They took the rituxan and refrigerated it. During the time that I wasn’t fully present, I would flash back to the time that my daughter needed me to tell her that I would make it through months before and I wasn’t going to quit. I told her cancer wasn’t going to kill me and I had a purpose(race) to finish here on earth to fulfill the plan of GOD in my life. I knew what it was like to lose someone suddenly and was not about to let that happen to her. Her and my husband fought a battle that night, it was more spiritual and then physical. The devil no doubt was trying his best to kill me. MY husband and daughter kept praying and holding on to GOD’S WORD, they stood.
When I finally returned to normal, my daughter went to the bathroom with me and said, I feel like this was a spiritual battle mom. I said I know it was, she said satan can’t have your heart because JESUS LIVES THERE. But he tried to hurt you. I told her that I believed that tumor was gone now and it had broke off or tore off from my heart.
The next couple days of taking my blood ,it was shown it was indeed a heart attack. I had to overcome the effects of lack of oxygen and heart congestion and we (me & JESUS) did.
I had a pet scan in September and it said all tumors are gone. I believe the big one that was in my chest was ripped off that night in June and THE LORD said ” what was meant for my harm, HE will turn it for our good.”