The Veil by K. T. Richey

I’m healed. Cancer cannot live in this body. My body belongs to you.”
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    Later that afternoon Misha sat patiently in Dr. Trinidad’s 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 couldn’t find any before the doctor walked back in.
    â€œHere’s some Tylenol. It’ll help you with your cramps.” She handed her the pills and a small cup of water. “The 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 you’re anxious for the results. How are you feeling?”
    â€œI’m 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€œWell, I did see a couple of spots. I biopsied them. We should get the results before you come back in. Right now, don’t worry. If it’s anything serious, we’ll call you back in before next week.”
    â€œSchool starts for teachers next week. Should I do any heavy lifting? I’ve got to get my classroom together before the students return.”
    â€œYou should continue like normal. I’m sure it will be okay. I’ll see you back next week.” 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.
    â€œGod, I believe you. I’m healed,” she repeated to herself. She turned the radio up louder as the sound of Marvin Sapp’s worship melody filled her car. This time it didn’t comfort her. This time it depressed her. Then, the voice, another voice, began to trouble her mind:
    You’ve got cancer and you’re going to die without even having children. The results will come back showing cancer. You’ve never been married. You will never know the joy of seeing your own children grow up. You shouldn’t have put your hands on that woman with cancer. That’s what you get for being disobedient.
    Tears ran down her cheek. “God, I believe, I receive my healing,” 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t hide anything from her. She went to school and attended all the teachers’ meetings, district meetings, and the statewide meeting. She busied herself with decorating her classroom and didn’t 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 doctor’s office she continually assured herself everything was fine. She repeated her healing scriptures in her head, assuring her everything was okay.
    â€œMiss Holloway, how are you doing today?” Dr. Trinidad walked into the room and sat down behind her desk.
    â€œA little anxious.”
    â€œI understand. Well, we got your results. I’m afraid the news is not good. The pathology report shows the specimens we took last week