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.
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.Because Christ lives, I will live. Click To Tweet
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.
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John 3:16 For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world, that He even gave His One and only begotten Son, so that whoever believes and trusts in Him as Savior shall not perish, but have eternal life.