Then Jesus said to his disciples,
"If anyone would come after me, he must first deny himself and
take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life
will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.
( Matt. 16:24 )
More Than Conquerors!
On September 17, 2002 my husband, daughter
and I received the news that people think
they will never hear. Our doctor told us that
my husband, Russ, had cancer and that
the name of this cancer is Diffused Large
Cell Lymphoma. When the doctor first
told us the bad news, it was as if
someone had stolen our breath
We were in shock!
The doctor proceeded to tell us that it was very
important that Russ start chemotherapy
treatments immediately. The doctors
surgically implanted a port in his chest so
the treatments could be benign.
The treatment consisted of four different types
of chemotherapy drugs, and took four hours
to administer. They call this a CHOP. He
would receive the treatments every three
weeks, along with injections of a medication
that would help keep his white blood cells at
a normal level. He had to receive the injections
for ten days. The chemotherapy was to last
for 8 months.
In addition to all the other changes the cancer
made us deal with, was uncertainty over our
finances. My husband Russ is a union bricklayer,
so needless to say, he could not work because
the treatments made him so sick, and weak.
He would be sick for three weeks, and then
on the fourth week he would begin feeling o.k.
Trouble was, by the time he made it to the fourth
week and began feeling better, it was time for the
next treatment and cycle. My daughter and I were
so devastated, as it was so hard to watch someone
that you love have to go through such agony.
How many times I wished it could have been
me, and not him.
When we began telling the rest of our family and
friends, is when we began to see the blessings
flow. Our families could not do enough for us.
Our friends constantly called to see how we
were doing, sent us cards, food, and were even
there to cry with us. My brother stopped by
every day to see how we were doing, and
without even asking, would cut the grass, and
split and stack wood to help us get ready
My husband’s fellow union bricklayers took up
donations from union jobs all over the state of
West Virginia for us. We never realized just how
many friends we had, and how many people
really cared for us before. We will never
forget their kindness.
Nevertheless, the most important thing was the
prayers – People praying for my husband to
healing, and for God to give us strength.
People from all different denominations
were praying to our God for us.
One Saturday afternoon our friends, Mr. and
Mrs. Lee, came to visit us. We sat and talked
and later as they were about ready to leave,
Mrs. Lee asked us if it would be all right to pray
for us. We said yes and right there in the middle
of my kitchen, with all of us gathered in a
circle holding each others hands,
Mrs. Lee prayed her heart out asking God to
give us strength, and Russ his healing.
While she was praying, I stood with
tears streaming down my face, and
my legs shaking. I knew something
good was going to happen.
The next week, my husband had to get a PET scan.
A pet scan is a very high-tech scan that can
detect the smallest amount of cancer cells.
A couple days after the scan, Dr. John Azar
called asking us to come to his office so he could
share the results of the scan.
We prayed for good news during the entire drive
to his office. We arrived at Dr. Azars office and
were told the incredible news.
The cancer was GONE!
We were So happy!
We could not believe it! Dr. Azar said he was equally
surprised at the results of the scan. I explained
to Dr. Azar that the results were from the power
of God, and from the wisdom God had imparted
in him as our doctor.
Then I hugged my husband and Dr. Azar, and began
running through the office and Fairmont General
Hospital screaming, “It’s a miracle from God!
My husband is cured of cancer!” To say the
least, people were looking at me as if I was
nuts, but I did not care. I had to spread
the great news.
After four months of treatments, the cancer was gone! My
husband and I believe in our hearts, and will continue to
the rest of our lives, that the “little” prayer session in
my kitchen that Saturday afternoon, combined with
all the prayers of other people and churches, is
when the Lord and Holy Spirit’s healing power
took place. Praise God!!
To anyone with this, or any other terrible disease, my
husband and I have a special message to share
with you. Times will be tough, but stay in touch
with the Lord!! Pray and do not give up hope!
God will answer your prayers. God will
give you strength when you
God loves and is with you!!
Used with permission of:
Eugenia and Russ Cerisano
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