Iâm healed. Cancer cannot live in this body. My body belongs to you.â
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Later that afternoon Misha sat patiently in Dr. Trinidadâs office, waiting for the doctor to return. The biopsy was the most uncomfortable thing she had experienced. There was no anesthesia or pain medication. She could feel every cut and pull the doctor made. Now, as she sat in the chair, the cramps the doctor warned her about were hitting her hard. She searched her purse for some Tylenol to take but couldnât find any before the doctor walked back in.
âHereâs some Tylenol. Itâll help you with your cramps.â She handed her the pills and a small cup of water. âThe cramping may last a day or two. We should get the results of your biopsy in about a week. I want you to come back in next week. I know youâre anxious for the results. How are you feeling?â
âIâm cramping a little. Thanks for the Tylenol. Could you tell if anything was wrong? I mean, did you see anything out of the ordinary?â
âWell, I did see a couple of spots. I biopsied them. We should get the results before you come back in. Right now, donât worry. If itâs anything serious, weâll call you back in before next week.â
âSchool starts for teachers next week. Should I do any heavy lifting? Iâve got to get my classroom together before the students return.â
âYou should continue like normal. Iâm sure it will be okay. Iâll see you back next week.â Dr. Trinidad walked toward the door.
Misha stood up but quickly sat back down as the pain of cramps filled her abdomen. She waited until it released its grip on her to stand and walk to her car.
âGod, I believe you. Iâm healed,â she repeated to herself. She turned the radio up louder as the sound of Marvin Sappâs worship melody filled her car. This time it didnât comfort her. This time it depressed her. Then, the voice, another voice, began to trouble her mind:
Youâve got cancer and youâre going to die without even having children. The results will come back showing cancer. Youâve never been married. You will never know the joy of seeing your own children grow up. You shouldnât have put your hands on that woman with cancer. Thatâs what you get for being disobedient.
Tears ran down her cheek. âGod, I believe, I receive my healing,â she repeated but the other voice was tormenting her. She made a decision not to tell anyone and believe God for her healing. She assured herself loudly in her car everything was going to work out all right.
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The rest of the week Misha fought the negative voices in her head. At night, when she couldnât fall asleep, she played a CD she made with scriptures on healing. She decided to fast and pray for a good report. She continued with her daily routine, acting as if nothing was wrong. She avoided her grandmother because she couldnât hide anything from her. She went to school and attended all the teachersâ meetings, district meetings, and the statewide meeting. She busied herself with decorating her classroom and didnât mention anything about the biopsy to anyone.
Finally, the day arrived for her to get the results of her testing. Trying to be positive, she kept telling herself everything was fine, especially since they did not call her back. She knew if anything was seriously wrong, they would have called her. She praised God for her healing. Sitting in her doctorâs office she continually assured herself everything was fine. She repeated her healing scriptures in her head, assuring her everything was okay.
âMiss Holloway, how are you doing today?â Dr. Trinidad walked into the room and sat down behind her desk.
âA little anxious.â
âI understand. Well, we got your results. Iâm afraid the news is not good. The pathology report shows the specimens we took last week
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