I am a housewife with three children. On September 1994,  I remember one day when I was breastfeeding my youngest child, he accidentally bit my breast but it caused a severe pain.  That was when I started to suffer from breast cancer.  That happened when I was living in my hometown in Kupang, East Nusa Tenggara. I lived with my parents.

My father works as a health worker in a small clinic near my house. When he checked my breast he found a small red wound there. One week later my pain was getting more and more, just like being stabbed and the whole body was also painful. Then my father gave an injection of painkiller medication. But day by day my breast was getting sick more and more.

In one month period, I was given an injection one time every day for 30 times. Every time I got injected the pain would go. Five months later I had to get injection again.

Around the year 1996, I moved to Jakarta dan worked at a small hair salon near my house. After staying for 6 months in Jakarta, the pain in my breast came up, especially when I did my work in my salon, like cutting hair or doing a message for the customer. I neither could do house working in my house like washing clothes.  But because the pain continually came up when I decided to go to the doctor and I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I got 4 kinds of medicines and also got the same injection just like I had in my hometown in Kupang.

Every time I had my medicine and got injected, the pain in the breast would have gone.  But if the medicine was finished, the pain came again. Then I returned back to the same doctor for a medical check-up and got injected again. I had medication with him for around one month.  And the doctor advised me to undergo a surgery to take out cancer or the pain will always come with the medication and injection would not help. But I refused to do it because I was afraid to do it.

After a few months, I decided to get back to my hometown. Over one month there I continually got injection one time every day. In almost 1,5 years I had traveling back and forth from Jakarta to Kupang for my medication and injection. Since the cost of traveling back and forth from Jakarta to Kupang was so high  I decided to go back to Jakarta for medication.

I checked myself to another doctor. The diagnose was still the same that I suffered from breast cancer. I got 4 kinds of medicine and injected with the same medicine. The doctor also gave the same advice that I had to take an operation. But my decision was still the same. I refused to take the operation. I always think that I choose to get medication and injection. I kept on seeing the doctor for only a month as he moved somewhere. During my sickness, I felt hopeless. I could only pray and try to go to the doctor that would bring me not taking the operation.

In 2003  I met a friend from the same hometown who worked as a midwife. With her family, she was staying not far from my house. She is a very good friend and always felt sorry with my condition. Even she always helped me by giving me the injection for free. It was for almost 6 months I got medication from her.

One day my friend asked me to come to a healing crusade, that he had attended before. It was a healing service of KPPI. He had often asked meme to go but I always refused due to my busy working in the salon to afford my medication cost.

I decided to go to somewhere else for medication. For several times I went  to different doctors and  midwives for injection and medication.  Year by year my conditions got worse, even I had spent a lot of money and my sickness was not get healed yet.

In November 2004, the pain in my breast reached the maximum level. It was not only like being stabbed, but the would have become an abscess that let off blood and pus for a week. As the result, my whole body felt sick. Around my breast to my waist and above the breast near my neck there was a blue muscle, just like a root that centered on the nipple.

What I could do at that time was just having total rest. Because of the severe condition, I asked for continual injection. As the result, there were so many things in my house were sold out to cover all the expenses. I really didn’t know whether I could survive or not. Finally, I already gave my sister and another relative in Kupang the right to take care of my three children. I thought I wouldn’t live long. Every day my husband prayed and kneeled beside my bed.

Until one day on February 4, 2005, two ministers of God came by to my house. They knew our house from one of our neighbors. On February 10, 2005, I came to KPPI in a condition of sick. I was prayed on the second floor. My hands were painful. I also had the difficulty of taking a breath and felt like being stabbed. Not only that, I  got a severe headache. After being prayed in a healing prayer I felt so relieved and feeling much better. The left breast that used to become red started to become normal and the pain had gone. I also was able to walk.

On February 24, 2005, I came for the second time to KPPI with a hope that I  would be healed. During the praise and worship, I felt something was caught up from my body, it was like cutting some part from my body. I was surprised and cried spontaneously, Praise the Lord! When the Word of God was being shared my faith was strengthened that the power of the stripes of Jesus as able to heal my sickness. During the healing prayer, I came forward and was prayed by a servant of God. After the healing prayer I checked my breast and the redness of my breast had gone. Praise the Lord. How wonderful is our God for us.

I was very grateful for the healing miracle God gave to us. I had testified my healing to my family, neighbors and many others I met.

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