Just two years after my senior sisters death, I also fell sick.
I forgot to tell you that the pattern was identical..
Her's started on Christmas...mine too.
She was about to enter university, I was about to enter too.
The same group of heamathologists.
Coincidence or not but surely weird...
The first worrisome sign was persistent fever and shortage of blood to Eleven percent.
Passed out on two occasions on the same day and heard someone screaming my name as if it's from a far distance.
I was bundled to a church for prayers and miraculously, I was able to walk out of the church to the car that took me to hospital that night for blood transfusion.
On the following day, I was discharged to go to the nearby state for CT scan since it was not in my state as at then..
On getting there with my dad, that was during Ebola crisis. They gave us the bill to go to the bank and pay..the amount was twice the amount we traveled.
We had no other choice but to return home. As soon as we got home, my mum asked my dad how our journey went, after his narration she suggested that the money be used as as a seed/ sacrifice at the church.. which was actually done on Sunday...
A letter was also written to the head of the church requesting for prayers
Which he replied that very soon we shall testify .
My faith and hope grew. I was like skeleton, and all my internal organs were pushing up pressuring my heart making my chest to be hanging and my breathe too.
Before travelling for C.T Scan, I was already transfused with three pints of blood..and leukemia is being questioned in the diagnosis.
But after dropping the seed at the altar I stopped taking the analgesics given to me.
From that Sunday, I began to feel more energy within me...my recovery started...all symptoms were gone..
My weight and size returned to the point I started dieting to avoid overweight. God rescued by His mercy from the claws of death.
I have finished my university... and ever since then, it has been from one level of favor to the other.
I'm truly the one He has shown Mercy.
THE BATTLE IS NOT TO THE STRONG,
THE RACE IS NOT TO THE SWIFT, NOR BREAD TO MEN OF UNDERSTANDING, BUT TIME AND CHANCE HAPPENETH TO THEM ALL.
I WILL HAVE MERCY ON WHOM I WILL HAVE MERCY..
GOD RESCUED ME BY MERCY IN THE YEAR 2015.😁😁😀😀😀
