CWRC Anthology

THE HEALING HOSPITAL PART II

PART 2.

© 2022 by Faith Ijiga.

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My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings.  Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart..  For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh.

Proverbs 4:20 - 22, (KJV)

Can you believe this?  Jesus and a healing angel coming to me in a human form to treat me! It was all too much for me to contain or compartmentalize in this my human heart.

I wanted to start laughing in ecstasy, I wanted to cry tears of joy, I wanted to hysterically start rolling on the floor if not for the heavenly anesthesia that was immobilizing me at that moment.

I guess there is indeed a time for everything, but one thing I'm also sure of is that there is a humorous side to God.

I looked at the healing Angel's face and realized that his face was bright and radiant with a huge smile. I was also sure that I looked at his name tag but at the moment, I don't know why: but I can't remember his name. For the sake of this writing, let's just call him Jacob.

My gaze moved from his face to his badge to his outstretched hand that was waiting for mine. I returned his handshake, grinning awkwardly.

I can't swear it on a stack of bibles but I believe I saw Jesus and the healing angel exchanging a playful wink with each other. It was imperceptible but I believe I saw it. My first thought was that they must really wink a lot in heaven.

Anyway, Jacob finally withdrew his hands from mine and motioned for me to sit down.

I sat back down and the two heavenly beings that were at that moment in a human form immediately went to work, checking my vitals and carrying out other rigorous tests.

They were so skilled and did everything professionally like a certified medical doctor and nurse would do, I just watched, wide-eyed as they did what they did.

After a couple of minutes, the tests and analysis were over. As Jacob returned the equipment to their rightful places, Jesus took his seat in his formal position and prepared to give me my diagnosis. I just looked at him with hopeful anticipation.

"Alright, Renee, listen to me carefully."

My heart was thudding against my rib cage as I waited to hear what Jesus would say to me. Surely he would declare that I'm healed, and no single trace of cancer.

"As you already know, your diagnosis says that you have breast cancer, and from what it is showing me here, is that it has gotten to the advanced stages. "

Nothing can explain the shock I felt upon hearing those words from the mouth of Jesus. It was definitely what I never expected and since he was saying that it had gotten to the advanced stages, what was coming next?

As Jesus spoke, I watched him carefully to see if I would notice or decipher that all too familiar professional but sympathetic expressions medical doctors usually displayed when they broke the news of their patient's diagnosis to them: instead, what I saw threw me off balance.

His face was relaxed with that same radiant smile and twinkling eyes. He was calm and collected as though he didn't just declare my death sentence.

I don't know if my facial expression displayed the reeling emotions I felt. Why was Jesus relaxed and smiling when I was dying? Was that how quick he wanted me to go home and rest in his bosom? Would my parents be the ones to bury me? In Africa, we see it as a taboo for a child to die before his or her parents instead of the other way around.