I Believe In Miracles
by Kathleen Kaplan
On March 22, 2012, I was rushed to the local emergency room. The
symptoms I’d experienced for the previous five days were similar to a
very bad case of the flu. I was mistaken. After extensive medical
tests performed at the hospital, the results revealed that my appendix
had been ruptured for five days and a softball sized mass was in my
abdomen. The doctors saw that immediate surgery was required to save
my life. I was rushed to the surgical floor and prepared for surgery.
I was then taken into a cold room with the surgical team waiting for
my arrival. As I slowly moved myself onto the surgical table, I was
filled with peace as I prayed wisdom for the surgeon and entrusted my
life into the care of Jesus my Healer.
The next thing I remember was waking up in tremendous pain in the
recovery room after three hours of surgery. I was not given any pain
medication due to my hypertension and was feeling the full effect of
the surgery. I was promised pain relief after I was moved into my
private hospital room.
After being transferred to my private hospital room, I was given pain
medication and my doctor gave me the details of the surgery. He
removed twelve inches of intestine that were destroyed by the
infection as well as the huge potentially cancerous mass and my
Ileocecal Valve (the valve located between the large and small
intestine). He also told me that due to the valve removal I would have
chronic digestive issues for the rest of my life along with additional
surgeries if complications developed. Instead of believing the
doctor’s diagnosis, I chose to believe I wouldn’t need any more
surgery. I wouldn’t have digestive issues, and the pathology report
would be negative for cancer. I learned a day later from one of my
CNAs that my doctor and the hospital staff didn’t expect me to live
through the first night after surgery due to the amount of infection
throughout my body and the damage it caused.
The next morning I awoke to a 105 degree fever and it was climbing. As
I lay in the hospital bed alone, I shook violently. A spirit of death came into my room and was standing
next to my bed waiting. At that moment, I realized it was either my
time to go home to heaven or it was time for me to decree and declare
my healing through faith in Jesus. I prayed out loud, “Father God, if
it’s my time to come home I have no fear and embrace Your will for me.
If it’s not my time, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth who came
in the flesh by His shed blood and the stripes He received for my
healing, I declare I’m healed from the top of my head to the tip of my
toes down to my very DNA!” Immediately, the Spirit of Death left me
and I was aware the infection had left my body. The fever was gone.
Within twenty minutes, I was divinely empowered to get out of bed on
my own for the first time. I left the bed and began walking down the
hospital hallway with my IV stand in tow. My nurse recognized me and
came running. With her eyes as big as saucers, she exclaimed, “Are you
the same woman I left twenty minutes ago?” I replied, “I am. I believe
in the healing power of Jesus and I’m standing here healed because of
Him.” She was speechless as she escorted me back to my room and helped
me back into bed. I felt so much better I asked her to communicate to
my doctor that I wanted to be released from the hospital, but my
doctor refused. He explained he wanted to keep me for further
observation in case the infection showed up again. It never did. The
moment the fever left my body I believe Jesus’ blood cleansed my blood
from all infection and a creative miracle of a new Ileocecal valve was
mine.
Four days later, before I was released from the hospital, the nurse
who had witnessed my healing said she had questions and asked if she
could speak to me before I was discharged from the hospital. I agreed.
During our hour long conversation, I shared with her the other healing
miracles I’ve received throughout my life. With each healing testimony
I shared, she would say “But that’s medically impossible!” To which I
replied, “Exactly! Only through Jesus are miracles manifested in a
person’s life.” She replied, “I will never forget this conversation.”
Before our time was up, this precious nurse believed in Jesus and
received Him into her heart. I told her I would have gone through the
entire ordeal just so she could receive God’s love for her and Jesus
into her heart. She gently hugged me with tears running down her face
that was now transformed by God’s love.
A week after returning home, I received the pathology report showing
the snow ball sized mass removed in surgery was benign. Today, my
digestive tract continues to function perfectly. I know it always will
thanks to Jesus. “He (Jesus) was wounded for our transgressions: he
was broken for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon
him, and with his stripes are we healed.” Isaiah 53:5
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