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In August 2006 I had a prophesy from God which revealed I would be going through some difficult things, that it would be hard but I would come through it and would be able to testify about it and help others. Of course I immediately forgot about it, not even telling my husband, and just got on with life as you do.
In February 2007 I started to have tests for something that didn’t seem quite right health wise and subsequently had some exploratory operations. In April 2007 I was diagnosed with cancer of the bladder. The cancer, adenocarcinoma was extremely rare, very nasty and aggressive and this particular type of cancer was almost ‘unheard of in the bladder’. To make matters worse the Doctors did not believe it was treatable with chemotherapy and stated they had no other option than to operate. This was fine by me, reluctantly, as I just did not want any chemo.
Little did I realise how big the operation was to be. The Surgeons planned to remove my bladder, my womb, my ovaries and various other bits and pieces. After that they were going to take a piece of my bowel and reshape it into a new bladder. Understand, the bladder is a muscle but the bowel is not and so I was going to have to learn how to control the reshaped tissue after the operation. The procedure was going to take 12 hours and I would be in hospital for six weeks or more depending how I got on with the new bladder training. In all it was going to take about a year to get back to anything near normal.
Prior to the operation my prayer had been that the Surgeons would open me up and see that there was no cancer after all. However, three hours into the actual operation they decided to stop as they said the cancer had spread and felt it unfair to put me through such a big operation which would not result in a cure. They stitched me back together again.
The following day the Doctors came to tell me about the operation. They told me how sorry they were but that they couldn’t help me any further. I asked them if what they really meant was that I was going to die? Their answer was “sorry but yes”! My reply to them was that they may not be able to heal me but I know God can! The Doctors then said that the original symptoms I had would reappear between that day and three months and that the spread symptoms in other parts of my body would appear in four to six months.
Five days after the operation, which took place the 18th July 2007, I went home.
Now, thousands of people were praying for me all around the world, people I didn’t even know. For this I was so so grateful.
On my next visit to the hospital the Doctors wanted me to immediately start chemotherapy and then go on to have radiotherapy to treat the cancer which they said was now in my bloodstream. Well, I didn’t want it before the big operation and I certainly didn’t want it after the operation, so I declined it. Everyone, including and especially my husband, were encouraging me to have the chemo and even the Church leadership recommended I take the treatment. However, I just didn’t want it as I was certain that God had already said I would get through all this and so I knew I would be alright, when He says something ‘IT IS’.
Anyway, it has now been 20 months since the big operation, I’ve had no treatment what so ever and I continue to be fit and well with non of the symptoms returning. What Jesus has done for me he can do for YOU!
THANK YOU JESUS!
Linda Wolstenholme
