My testimony about something very personal

 

 A Spring Miracle — My Testimony of Faith and Healing

This is my story — a reminder that God still works miracles today. I don’t share it for attention or sympathy, but to give glory where it belongs: to Jesus, who turned my fear into faith and my worry into worship.

 Spring Reflections and a Miracle

Spring is here again, and I couldn’t be happier to return to the garden. I lost a few plants over the winter, but most survived and are already leafing out beautifully. Of course, with the beauty comes the chaos — the weeds, the mess, the frustration, the occasional yelling, and the inevitable eye-rolling. Gardening isn’t always peaceful; it’s a mix of joy, hard work, and a little bit of madness. 

Before I dive into all the spring hopes, rose scents, mosquitoes, Japanese beetles, and aphids (because let’s be honest — gardening isn’t always just wonderful things ), I need to pause for something deeper: gratitude.

I want to thank God for allowing me another season of health and life

 

 

 The Scare That Changed My Life

On January 3, 2022, I went in for a routine mammogram. Everything seemed normal until the doctor mentioned a small mass in my right breast. The technicians and doctor were kind and reassuring, saying it was probably a cyst, but that they wanted to keep an eye on it.

Still, hearing “probably nothing, but we’ll monitor it” is enough to make anyone nervous.

A month later, on February 7, 2022, I had another scan — a 3D digital mammogram for clearer images. The technician took her time, capturing every angle. There it was again — something small but visible.

The doctor confirmed it. She was gentle and compassionate, but I remember crying. I asked if they could remove it while it was still tiny. She explained that removing something so small could do more harm than good.

They scheduled my next follow-up for September 29, 2022. The results were unchanged — the mass was still there, the same size and shape. Another follow-up was booked for three months later, and I felt sick with worry.

 

 When Things Got Worse

On December 20, 2022, I went in again. This time, the mass had grown and looked irregular. The doctor recommended a biopsy.

The nurse explained the procedure carefully — they would mark the area with a tiny pin and remove a sample for testing. I cried, thinking of my eight-year-old daughter. I wasn’t afraid of dying for myself,  I was afraid of leaving my husband and daughter alone.

That’s when I turned to God with all my heart.

 

 

 Faith and Fasting

While praying, a number came to my mind — 4.

I decided to fast for four days, drinking only water and coffee. It wasn’t my first fast. Once before, I had given up coffee for three months,  a huge sacrifice for me because I was truly addicted to it. That first fast had taught me discipline and closeness to God.

So this time, I fasted again — not to make a deal with God, but simply to express love and gratitude.

I wanted to say, “Father, I trust You completely.”

And something beautiful happened: through those four days, I felt peace. The hunger didn’t bother me. I felt light, calm, and supported. Even my husband was surprised. Deep down, I knew it was God sustaining me.

 The Day Everything Changed

On January 10, 2023, I returned for the biopsy. The nurse reviewed the procedure again and began an ultrasound that lasted nearly half an hour. Then the doctor came in, repeated the scan, and suddenly stopped.

He looked at me and said,

“The mass is gone. There’s nothing there. I can’t do a biopsy because there’s nothing to biopsy.”

He ordered an MRI just to be sure, since the mass had been visible for over a year.

How could it disappear, on the very day of the biopsy?

It wasn’t new; I had lived with that mass for more than a year. And suddenly, when it was time to remove it — it vanished.

To some, that might sound like coincidence. But to me, it was God’s hand,  His grace, His power, His love.

On April 12, 2023, I went for a bilateral MRI on both breasts. Nothing was found. Completely clear