Everyone has a story to tell...
We are all in different situation in life that will test our faith and strength of heart.
I’m 15 years old and I came to a well known family. My mother and father were both doctors and they were curing patients with cancer. They treated many cancer cases and I’ve heard that most of their cases were successfully done and their patients were cured because of their unexceptional talent in medicine. I’m very proud of them and also dream of becoming a doctor someday. My parents were both proud of their achievements...
...but never would they have imagined that I, their only daughter, would become one of their patient.
I, too, never have imagined it. I thought I'm secured of not getting sick since my parents were both doctors. I always feel protected. My parents won’t allow any disease to weaken my body. They gave me vitamins to be healthy. I eat fruits and vegetables everyday and have my exercise to be fit and healthy. I have my nanny taking care of me when my mother’s out for her job. I have my bodyguard to secure my safety inside and outside our house.
...I thought only unhealthy people got sick. But I was wrong....
I never knew that I had a malignant cancer until it was diagnosed. The worst case scenario was having it diagnosed on its worst stage “the stage of being impossible to cure and impossible to survive”. My parents knew it but because they were both doctors they will do anything to make the impossible possible.
They confined me in a famous hospital in a country. Since both of my parents were famous and known in their field I was having the privilege of getting the most highly recommend treatment for my case. But my treatment was harsh. I’m in pain most of the time. My head was aching and it’s unbearable sometimes. I’m always weak and dizzy. They injecting high doses of drugs in my veins and I feel that all the parts of my body were numb.
...sometimes I feel that sooner or later... I’ll die.
My parents introduce me to famous surgeons and they were all proved and tested to be the best. They studied my case and they prepared me for an operation. My mother told me to hold on and be brave. I heard other doctors telling my parents to give up, that my operation was impossible. They say that there is no chance of surviving... but my parents won’t accept it. I heard them arguing with them.
To give me hope, we visited cancer patient survivors. They all have good story to tell. How they fight the incurable disease and how they were able to win it. They say that surviving is just having Faith...Faith to GOD. But I’m not a religious person and I most believe in scientific basis. Just like what we always say “to see is to believe”
“I believe that HE is just a fabrication of one’s thought and just made to be able to have something to believe in. For me, he really does not exist.”
“Maybe I have faith too… but I would like to believe in my parents more than I believe in GOD”
Then, I met this young boy who shares his belief. His parents left him since the day he was born and the only family he had was his grandmother who accepted him and loved him so dearly. He had a big tumor on his face that causes him not to communicate anymore. Doctors said that the tumor was progressing and they can’t remove it because it will harm the boy and he might die. But reality says, that he was from a very poor family and can’t afford to have an operation was the reason why he could not survive.
"Money matters" they say.
But this young boy shows me that having faith was enough to make him stronger. He never saw the beauty of this world yet he believed that the world is beautiful. He always smile and laugh and appreciate small things he had in life. His grandmother knows that someday he will be gone in this world but still hope for miracles to happen. Their belief and faith in GOD was strong enough to see them happy despite of their situation. Sometimes I wish I have the same faith they had... but I don't.
Then one day, he passed away. It really broke my heart when I heard it and I couldn’t help thinking why their belief didn’t save them. Yet, I was surprised to hear that his grandmother was glad that GOD finally ends her grandson’s suffering. On that moment...
I really don’t understand how faith and belief works and exists to one person. Until, it was happen to me…
Before my operation, I was surprised that my mother gave me a bible. She said it will give me strength and hope. It might also give miracle she added. She also confessed that they tried to bring me to famous healers, but they thought it was ridiculous to let me treated with magic and stuff, so they cancelled it. Hearing it to a skilled doctor like my mother makes me scared.
I’m scared of dying…
How was it like? I thought. I thought that dying was painful. I was afraid and the thought of it became my nightmare. Every night I can’t sleep. I’m afraid that I will never woke up again. But my eyes were tired and my body was so weak so I thought that sleeping was not bad. Every time I closed my eyes it felt good. It relaxed me and for just an hour and so I didn’t feel any pain. Then I thought that dying was better than having so much suffering because of my disease and all the treatments I have to take.
...then maybe the thought of not seeing everyone I cared for was what I’m scared about and not dying, itself.
I was reading the bible when a doctor entered my room and said I should prepare for an operation. My parents will be participating as well so I was not that scared. When I was inside the operating room my parents were there holding my hand and I can see that they were worried. The anesthesia was injected and I begun to feel sedated and sleepy. Then all my senses fades away.
Deep darkness engulfed me...
I can’t see, hear and feel anything. It’s like I am dreaming but can’t picture out anything. I’m just seeing a light, a very dim light. I know I was walking but I didn’t know where I’m heading to. I was like hypnotized to the light, a very dim light. And when I was about to reach the light I suddenly feel tired and dizzy. Then I saw a man... I can’t describe him clearly. All I know, he was wearing an odd clothes and he has a very pleasant face. He looked at me and he seems to be worried about me. He asked me if I’m tired and I nodded. He said, “I will carry you...”
He carried me on his back and begun to walk. I didn’t know how long he had carried me... all I know is the feeling I had and the warmth I felt. Then he suddenly stop and put me down.
“From here you can walk by yourself.” he said. I hold him and said “No, I can’t. I’m scared”.
He smiles and say “I know you are… but you have to be brave”. Then he asked me “Do you believe in miracles?” Without hesitation I answered him “No, I don’t”.
He touched my head and said, "But you have to believe in one thing... in HIM.” I puzzled and I asked who I should believe in. He said “HIM who made this world, HIM who holds your life and HIM who knows you better.” After saying those words...
...he disappeared like a mists in a morning air.
Then I woke up and I saw my parents beside me. And at that moment I feel that I was like a new born child. My parents were holding my hands with tears in their eyes and the doctors were seemed to be happy.
Years had passed since I undergo my operation. I’m still weak but I feel much better. I never told them about my dream… and decided to keep it to myself. I don’t want them to think that I was fabricating things out of ordinary. I was also scared that they wouldn’t believe me. But it was all true to me.
Then one day my parents told me about something that I never thought they would say. They say that when I was in the operating room and unconscious they pray and relied on a miracle to happen. I smiled and told them that its not the miracle that saved me but GOD, the creator of life.
And that was the hard proof that HE really exist. He gave me the important thing we should all have in life...
... and that is having FAITH.... "FAITH in HIM".
“When the storms of life come upon us - and all of us will experience them - we can rise above them by setting our minds and our belief toward God. The storms do not have to overcome us. We can allow God's power to lift us above them. “
#REIRA<3
