My name is Jenny Mariana Pasaribu. I am 34 years old. We have three children. I work as an administrative staff in a hospital in Medan. On August 25, 2010, I had nausea, vomiting, weakness, and I lost my appetite. The next day I fell during my work. I worked in a hospital. My friends brought me to the emergency room to get observed. After that I was sent home again. The next day at my house I couldn’t stand anymore. Later that night I was taken to a hospital and was hospitalized. The doctor diagnosed that I got gastritis.

The next day I went home, I went straight to work. I was still wondering with my sickness. And the doctor told me to get ultrasonography. Apparently, there were gallstones as long as 3 mm. My doctor recommended a surgery.

On August 30, 2010, I was hospitalized. On August 31, 2010, I got surgery at 9 am. Then I was taken to ICU. When I was already conscious the doctor said that my gallbladder got infected and had pus as much as half of a small bowl came out from it. My gallbladder was taken. I moved to the patient room. My gallbladder was sent for Anatomical Pathology in the lab.

Five days later the result was malignant cancer. I was very sad hearing the result that I got malignant cancer. My husband, my family were very sad and cried hearing about this cancer. But I pretended to be strong, I looked strong but inside my heart, I was in great sadness.

I prayed, “Please God, that is not my result.” I was wondering. I got checked again and the result was truly malignant cancer. I was in the hospital for two weeks and got back home. Apparently, my body and my eyes turned yellow, just like turmeric. I was taken to a nearby clinic. Being there for only five hours then I was rejected because they could no longer handle me. Then I was referred to a hospital in Medan.

Two days there my surgery scar was leaking and set loose quite a lot of bile from my gallbladder. It was leaking from the hole of the surgery scar in my stomach. I was one week in the hospital. The doctor checked again and said, “ Let us see her condition in one week. If she can hold on for a week that will be a miracle and that her toughness.” After two weeks being hospitalized my eyes turned normal, but I got difficulty to speak and had to use infuse to eat. Many of my relatives and colleagues came to visit me. Every time they saw me, many of them said, “There is no more hope.” I was hospitalized for four months.

On October my condition got very critical. I fell into a coma, I could hardly speak and just took one breath then another. The doctor had given up and said that my disease was incurable. The doctor told me that I had one week left to live. If I could survive in a week I might be very strong. Hearing this I cried, I prayed. I had prayed before but not wholeheartedly. I put my faith in God 90 percent and the rest 10 percent was in my doctor. That was my thought. Apparently, God did not want me to trust Him for only 90 percent. He wanted me to believe in Him 100 percent.

I remember the Word of God, “Ask and it will be given to you. Call now and you will be answered. I ask God for my healing. I cried to God asking for my healing. I said God’s Word. I remember a woman who had a hemorrhage for 12 years. For she said to herself, “If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made well.” I closed my eyes. I imagine the Lord came down from heaven and I touched His garment. Because God has never changed yesterday, today and forever. I said to the Lord, “ Lord, I am holding the hem of Your garment and I am healed.“

But the next day my condition turned very badly. I was taken to ICU right away. I was unconscious for five days. I was considered dead. There is no more hope. All kinds of medical equipment were already put in me. After I regain my consciousness a minister from CWS church, the team of HMC visited me. They came to pray for me. I was very weak and still couldn’t speak.

On November 20, 2010, ministers of God, Pastor Daniel and Mr. Silitonga and some others came and prayed for me. They invited me to come to Praise and Divine Healing Crusade.

Before my family had asked me where I would be buried. My parent-in-law and my husband’s uncle also discussed where I would be buried. I was very sad hearing how they were discussing where I might be buried. I wrote in a paper saying that I am still breathing. They told my husband not to marry again. Then I wrote in a paper, “ I am still breathing do not discuss marrying. I am still breathing, don’t say about my burial.” My mom said, “You are going to die my child.” I wrote in a paper,“ I am still breathing. That means there is hope to live.” My family thought I had no more hope. In fact, it was me who strengthened my family and not the other way around.

On November 22, 2010, I was taken to Praise and Divine Healing Service (KPPI) at CWS, Medan.  During praising and worshiping I already felt the power of God. I came in the condition unable to stand up nor walk. I came using a wheelchair but during praising the Lord I started to stand up and walk. I could feel strongly the power of God working inside my body.

Going home from the healing service I got back to the hospital. At the hospital, my feet became unable to walk again. Even the next day the doctor told me to go home and said to my husband to give me all delicious food at home. My husband thought I wouldn’t have a longer time to live.

On November 27, 2010, I was taken back home. At home, I was still sick. And my gallbladder continually set loose bile. My family got financial crisis. Every day I had to spend around 50 thousand rupiahs to buy bandage. I also got fired from my work since I had been absent for so long. In such condition I still thanked God for my husband who always supported and loved me with the love of God. Though I was in weak condition, my face looked very pale and old, my husband still loves me and never ashamed of my condition. Even though I couldn’t walk and my body was weak, I still prayed and read the Bible. I cried before the Lord and pleaded that I would be given longer life.

In January 2011 I threw out all my medicines, I thought those medicines couldn’t heal me. I just prayed and held God’s promise through His Word. At that moment I started to see changes. I was already able to stand up by holding onto the wall. I couldn’t sit but had to stand up to urinate. The scar on my stomach got better.

In early February 2011, I already stood up and walked to the bathroom without holding onto the wall. In mid-February I could go to the toilet by myself. At the end of February, the hole caused by the surgery scar began to close. Even though it still set off a little amount of bile. I already stood up and sit by myself without the help of others.

In early March 2011, the hole caused by the surgery had already closed tightly and there was no more bile leaking from it. I could walk fast in early April 2011. I already could run and hold up my child, cook, even mop the house.

Praise the Lord, in May 2011 I was accepted in my previous office as I was already fired before because of my sickness. I really thank God greatly for all the mercies I received . I committed to serving the Lord to repay all the kindness He had given me. Halleluya..

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