4 years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I went the normal route of diagnosis, tests, and treatment. I have no doubt God walked with me every step. I remember a time I cried out to him when I didn’t think I could go another day. A year ago I told my Drs that there was something not right. They checked and said it was just scar tissue. Two months ago we found a lump/mass. I had the routine mammo and it didn’t show anything abnormal. I went to my next appt and the surgeon agreed there was definitely a lump/mass .He relooked at the mammo and showed us where this was seen if he enlarged the picture. We chose to have it removed and biopsied. My appointment was scheduled for October 7th. We only told those closest to us because I didn’t want sympathy. All through we prayed. Sunday when I was getting ready for church I checked and it was there…another reminder that here we go again. When I walked into church I asked for a few of my closest ladies to pray for me. I knew what to expect with another bad biopsy but I personally felt I was on the verge of a melt down. Those ladies laid hands on me and prayed. Tuesday morning I got ready to go for the surgery and I felt for the lump. I couldn’t find it. I asked my husband to look and he couldn’t find it . We went to the doctor’s. The nurses starting prepping me for surgery and I asked to speak to the surgeon. The nurses asked what was wrong. I told them I couldn’t feel a lump/mass. They checked and said they didn’t feel it either. They called the surgeon…he felt and said well we are not doing surgery today. There is nothing to biopsy. He told the nurse that 10 days prior I had a lump and he showed her by putting his fingers about an inch apart. One of the nurses said wow…can you believe that? I told her I believe a baby was born from a virgin…I can believe this too. Praise God that no matter what…he walks with us….gives us comfort through the sad times…..and gives healing even when all we asked for was peace.

submitted by Dutch Boyd