It all started with chest-pains, followed by difficulty in breathing. As time went on, I became allergic to cold, dust and strong smells. I started having attacks, which were mistaken for asthma.The chest-pains, accompanied by pains in my ribs, got intense, especially at night.
A few months after that, I started coughing, had constant headaches, fever as well as other symptoms. I used different drugs but I only got worse. I still went on my daily activities, burying myself with work. Meanwhile, I was slowly dying.
I was always dreading nightfall because as the darkness falls, my condition would worsen and daybreak would bring welcomed relief.
My parents became so worried that they asked me to take a break and come back home, (we lived in separate cities) so we can seek a solution.
They rushed me to the hospital and, after much examination and tests, I was diagnosed
The day I was to come back home (home is where momma lives), I was faced with so many challenges. But I made up my mind I was going to go, no matter what. They were not happy when they saw me because I looked so sick and I had lost weight drastically.
They couldn’t sleep at night. I would cough for so many hours nonstop and, coupled with the fever, I was in terrible pains. They rushed me to the hospital and, after much examination and tests, I was diagnosed with inflammation of the lungs .
My life came crashing down at that point. How can I have lung disease? Where did I go wrong? Why do bad things happen to good people?
I had so many questions in my head. I was to undergo six months therapy. My condition worsened after I started treatment. Guys, I saw hell.
The pains in my chest, ribs, back, loin, muscles can’t be described. I wept day and night. I slipped into depression. My nightmare came when I lost the ability to walk. Who did I offend? Who did this to me? “Lord, please take this pain away!” I would cry.
Isaiah 53:5 He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed
Because Christ lives, I will live
Men of God, relations, friends and all never stopped praying for me. I became an object of pity, being carried like a baby everywhere or in a wheelchair.
I watched my parents and siblings cry when they thought I wasn’t looking
Sometimes I passed out because I was too weak. I threw up whatever I ate, including water. Different tests and scans (from ordinary to MRI) were undertaken, yet nothing could show why I couldn’t walk.
At one point, the doctors got tired and asked my family to resort to prayers, because there was nothing science could do for me.
Four months of sorrow, agony and sadness. I lost my job, relationships with people I thought were my lifeline, and almost everything I held dear. At a point, dying felt like the best option because I couldn’t handle the pain.
But then I saw the hope in the eyes of my family and a few other people. Their faith fed my faith.
I had to come back to my senses. Remembering the story of Job in the Bible, I told myself because Christ lives, I will live. I began to trust in God and I continued to remind him of His promises concerning me. I promised him I would share this testimony when he heals me.
Exodus 15:2 The LORD is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation; He is my God, and I will praise Him; My father’s God, and I will exalt Him.
Gradually, I began to notice some changes in my body. The fever reduced alongside the pains. I began to do things I couldn’t do before. I started using a walking aid… LOL!
I am proud to say that I am getting better. I have improved greatly and I can’t wait for God to perfect my healing and restore all that I lost in a hundred fold, because He promised me He would.
Never doubt God!!