By Elohim’s Grace
By Marilyn Brent
Isaiah 42:16
“And I will bring the blind by a way [that] they knew not; I will lead
them in paths [that] they have not known: I will make darkness light before
them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not
forsake them.”
The nurse was petite,
with short, dark-blonde hair, and a ruddy complexion. Quietly, she was
reading from the Bible in her lap, my
biopsy report in her other hand. The
verse was a new one to me, and it caught me by surprise. Whatever did it mean for me, right now?
Then, she spoke,
softly. “The test came back. You have cancer.”
The words fell on my
ears like sharp stabbing icicles plunging from a roof. Lord, have mercy! I, not someone else, had cancer. It had taken my sister from me twenty-three
years previously. Now, it was my turn. Or, was it?
I woke up the next few mornings hoping it was a bad dream. Surely, I
would realize any moment, it wasn’t real, just a bad nightmare. I would laugh
deprecatingly: what a silly goose!
A month before, I had
seen a death angel. He came to me in a dream, when my heart beat irregularly,
as I lay on my back. His beautiful,
curly black hair graced his head and shoulders.
However, his white robe had a tarnished glory, the color of pewter silver
in the folds. He wanted me to go away
with him. No, I thought, I’m not going,
that’s crazy. I’ll just lie on my side,
and everything will be okay. I turned
over to my left side, returning to sleep.
My heart beat even more irregularly, and I saw him again. This time, his desire that I go with him was
a lot stronger! No! I said emphatically within
myself. I will not go! This time,
he did not return
Now, I was facing death, again. The cancer death angel…a 9mm invasive
tumor. Stage 2 and 3, as described by a
doctor, later, in ordering a blood test.
What did all those terms mean? Infiltrating ductal carcinoma…ductal
carcinoma in situ…cribriform type. And what about all that grade one and grade
two terminology? Would anyone explain that to me?
One morning soon
afterward, I lay there on the futon,
having my daily preamble with the Lord.
Suddenly, across the room from me, my eyes beheld Him, my glorious
Savior, in a shining, glory-filled white robe.
His face and hands weren’t visible to me, just the glory of Him, with
enormous love and compassion directed right to me.
His love for me was so pure, so special,
wholly righteous, my Heavenly Father’s love
And I had broken His heart, once, as a Christian! How on earth….? Then, I knew.
Nothing mattered. He loved me
like that. He really did. Live or die, I would be with Him. And He loved me like that. I went to church
that week in a cloud of love. The song
leader kept glancing at my face. I even
felt the glow! For weeks afterward, I
was filled with joy. Who could know, I
had an earth-defined deadly disease? It was in the Bible, Philippians 1:21…”For
to me to live is Christ, and to die, is gain.”
I finally understood that, a little bit better.
Since I had already
sensed something wasn’t right in the mammography room the first time, I had
been searching the Internet for days on end for an answer to cancer. Hadn’t I already seen what did not work? Both my oldest sister and my best friend had
died from breast cancer, within two weeks of each other, in 1984, the year of
my salvation. At that time, I couldn’t
believe I was losing them both, when I had just gotten saved! What did it all mean?
I discovered many
protocols: Flaxseed oil and cottage cheese had been utilized by many believers
in Christ, and they had been healed. Dr.
Budwig’s protocol! The grape cure had been
comprised by Dr. Brandt, and she had rescued many patients from death’s very
door. Barley tablets, B-17…but what
would I do? What was my answer?
My friend, Mrs.
Velasquez, called. She was concerned.
“How are you doing?” she asked, of my
emotional state.
“Stressed, but happy,”
I replied.
John, a brother with
sickle cell, had let me use his colon cleansing products for two weeks. He said I’d be on cloud nine, cleansing. Boy, was I!
That plus my daily 50 mg of 5HTP had me just bouncing through the house. Or, thundering? At 210 lbs., getting rid of
toxins was an absolute delight.
My fourteen year old
daughter was amazed.
“You’re really having
fun with this, aren’t you, Mom?” she questioned, disbelief in her eyes.
Her dubious expression
made me laugh. “Sure, “ I answered,
smiling. “Why not?”
She shook her head,
not understanding. How could someone be
that happy with cancer? Was this mom the
abuse-survivor, who had been so toxic and easily grouchy before? It didn’t make sense.
Now, I had to make a
decision. Then, Jackie called
again. There was an Amish healer in Fort
Wayne, she said. His name was Solomon
Wickey.
“Just send him ten
dollars, a written letter with an SASE, and your photo. He will send instructions on what you can do.
But you have to do exactly what he says!”
Still happy as a lark, ridding my body of the
toxic overload, I chuckled and agreed.
She sounded a little frustrated. Was I taking this seriously or what?
My kids called me, one
by one.
“Mom,” said one. “Do
you really have cancer?”
That happens to other
people’s moms, not theirs. I could hear
it in their voices.
One of my sons called.
“I heard you were, uh, sick or something,” he stammered.
“Yup!” I replied
cheerfully. “Cancer! But I’m working on
it.”
Back on the Internet,
I googled ” Solomon Wickey cancer”.
Stories of healing came up.
People with worse cancer than mine had been healed. Others had been
healed of mysterious maladies, without medical remedy. I looked up different types of healing. Quickly, I decided that I would trust prayer
and herbs and diet, together. I had done
too much damage with wrong foods and chemicals in deodorants, soaps, shampoos
and clothing, to expect God to just remove it all. He had totally healed my mitral-valve prolapse,
years before, though. My kids had been
healed of different illnesses, too. So, I knew He could, I just didn’t think I
should ask like that, considering I had played a part in this!
Being filled with the
joy of the Lord, I never added up the cost.
I just plunged ahead. Mr. Wickey
sent the protocol, a naturopath helped me order herbs the first time, I found a
grocery chain with organic carrots and celery for juicing…and I was off and
running. A juicer from a thrift store
was seven dollars.
“The Lord put that
there, just for me!” I said to a clerk.
She looked at me, uncomprehending.
A homeschool
foundation sent funds for curriculum. A
generous sister and brother in Christ, with their own struggles, contributed to
my cause for health. Mrs. Velasquez obtained vegetables from Amish
farmers. The first two weeks, I drank
purified water and ate whatever veggies she gave me. I lost close to 10 lbs within a month of
eating like a camel in the desert!
As the toxins were
flushed out by the carrot/celery juice, freshly made, daily,more pounds started
dropping, like hail in a storm. One,
two, three. I started to love the scale.
Before this, I had felt so helpless about my weight! It kept increasing,
no matter what I had done! Now, fun time, it was decreasing, to my
utmost delight.
I thought I couldn’t
stand another minute of the vegetable/fruit/nuts/grains diet, sometimes. Oh, for a nice ,hot juicy hamburger full of
hormones, on chemical-laden “bread”, with deliciously tasteful chemical-ridden
condiments…killer food, but the taste!
Yet, that was how my immune
system had kept getting worse, until I had cancer. Aluminum in deodorant was tested regarding
cancers like mine. Thirty cancers, and
all thirty were proven to be caused by aluminum, sometimes called “parabens”,
in deodorant. That, plus my weak immune
system, made my body a cancer minefield.
Now, I had to stick it
out, no matter what, for nine weeks of herbs along with 18 weeks of
diet/juicing. How would I survive? No toxic church suppers? No birthday cake? No
hot, fresh doughnuts…not even one??
By the end of the 18
weeks, I felt like a bird at the door of a cage. Let me out!
And away I flew…right to the health store…for more vegetables. I didn’t want to quit! It was so much fun losing weight and feeling
great, every day! Who would want to
stop? Not I, said the birdie.
The protocol ended in
December, 2007. Woo-hoo! What joy.
In February, 2008, I was granted a CA 27 29 bloodtest for breast cancer, which would also
be elevated if other reproductive cancers were present. Well within the
reference range of 0-38.6, it returned at 5.5.
I was elated. A mammogram and
ultrasound followed in June-July of 2008. The doctor’s first report stated the
tumor was “no longer evident”. Later,
after two letters confirming this statement, he said nothing had changed and
that I was refusing surgery. This called
for a second opinion. A friend of the family, a doctor by profession,
volunteered his time and effort to view the films himself. His report?
He could find “nothing of concern”.
Two nurses, one my own daughter, viewed the films. The metal clip on the grayish tumor in the
before films was clearly visible in the after films. However, that murky mass around the clip, was replaced on the
after films by clear, black space. No more gray! Praise the Lord!
Now, at 136 lbs., down
from a maximum of 210 lbs., I want to reach my optimum weight of 120 lbs. I basically stay on the Eydie Mae Hunsberger
diet, with some variation. I try not to
cheat myself of good health and long life. When I give in and eat a popular toxic "food", it’s never fun like it used to be.
Or was it? I always felt bad
afterwards. It was only delicious
looking at it, and thinking of eating it.
The actual consumption was far less delightful.
My toxic eating had
been accompanied by toxic thinking and attitude. Once the colon was cleansed, from the inside
out, my attitude improved 100%. I’m
still a “ditz” where I was, and occasionally grouchy, when it’s very late and
I’m extremely tired. However, the joy of
the Lord really has more freedom, now.
Suffering the shock and trauma of
extreme marital abuse, is said to decrease our immune system, also, and
transferred stress and anxiety to other relationships. Soul cleanse before the
Lord, body cleanse thru the colon, and mental cleanse through positive,
Biblical input and thinking…restores what the locusts have eaten.
To me, toxicity in
eating can even harm good relationships.
Toxic food gatherings where I
hopelessly gained weight and acquired more proclivity to illness, were
not a glory to God, but a tool of Satan.
He loves to depress and sicken the very ones redeemed by the precious
blood of Jesus (Hebrew: Yeshua)! How much ministering of His love never
happened, how much joy was never expressed, how much winning of souls was
passed up, because of the trash I was putting in the body that Elohim gave
me. What must He think of that? I want to be in Biblical obedience in my
eating. My obedience to El-Shaddai in
this area looked like crumbs, while the loaf I desired was sinful,
chemical-laden, disease-causing “food”.
Elohim’s food for me is whole, unaltered by man. Time for a change! Praise the Lord.
I hope one day to have or live on a small farm, where food is grown chemical-free, and small animals flourish. I pray it will have a place to fish, or one nearby, in a clean stream or pond. By God’s grace, it will be a place of rest and refuge and change, to the glory of God the Father. I pray I will have or be a part of a foundation that can help provide the supplements and help purchase the organic foods cancer patients need to heal their bodies. Most importantly, I want to be part of a natural health prayer-line, where people can lay hands on phones and pray for people, as they begin or continue, their pathway to wellness. Praise the great God/Elohim, our Father, and Jesus/Yeshua, our Savior for all eternity. His Name is wonderful!
