I want to begin by giving thanks—first to God, and secondly to my wife, and lastly for all my brothers and sisters prayers that gave me the chance to share this testimony.

There are many things I could say, but the most profound is this: I am living proof that miracles still happen. I’m not supposed to be able to say it, but here I am, declaring to the world that I have overcome this disease. I truly believe it was a miracle granted to me by God.

Yes, I made significant changes to my lifestyle. I radically transformed my diet, dove deep into holistic practices, and took high doses of vitamin C. But none of that compares to the heart-to-heart conversation I had with God the night before I was supposed to begin my first round of chemotherapy. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, and I’ll never forget it.

I knelt beside my bed, overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty. I said, “God, I don’t want to take this medicine. I don’t want to be sick to my stomach, weak, and miserable. I don’t want to be unable to enjoy the time with my family. But I know You know what is best for me, and if this is Your will, I am willing. Still, if it’s within Your power, please don’t let me take this poison. Please, if there’s any other way, I ask for Your mercy.”

That prayer, so simple and heartfelt, marked a turning point. The next morning, at 4 a.m., the nursing staff drew my blood from my port to check my kidney function, liver, and white blood cell count. They were going to make sure I was in good enough shape to start chemotherapy. I had no idea what to expect, but I braced myself for the worst.

As I tried to set up my room, preparing for the difficult journey ahead, I felt an unmistakable urge. The Holy Spirit whispered to my heart: “Check your lab results.” I hadn’t planned on doing so, but something told me I needed to. When I logged into my patient portal, I expected my numbers to have risen slightly—maybe by 7 to 10 points, as they had been steadily increasing. But when I saw the results, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Holy Guacamole! My numbers had dropped by 14 points. For the first time since I started monitoring this aggressive cancer, my body was fighting back. It was as though the disease itself had been hit with a powerful blow. I was stunned, overwhelmed, and flooded with gratitude.

I was discharged from the hospital after Columbus Day. Two weeks later, I returned for another round of tests, and this time, the results were nothing short of miraculous—my numbers had dropped to 0.02, right within the normal range. It was like a weight had been lifted from my chest. The joy that filled me was indescribable. For the first time in a long time, I felt hope, and peace, and the deep certainty that God had answered my prayers.

That night, for the first time in weeks, I saw my wife sleep peacefully. I think it was the first time she had truly been able to rest without the heavy burden of worry. We both knew something incredible had happened, something we couldn’t explain except to say that it was the hand of God.

I know that healing isn’t always this dramatic. I know that for many, the journey is long and filled with struggles. But for me, this moment—this miracle—is a testament to the power of prayer, faith, and God’s grace.

So, to anyone out there facing their own battles, whether with illness, loss, or uncertainty, I want to share this message: don’t lose hope. Miracles do happen. And sometimes, they come when you least expect them.

I truly believe this journey has not just been about healing my body, but about strengthening my faith and deepening my relationship with God. And for that, I will be forever grateful. Thank you God for your blessing!

Don’t mess with Tx, Cancer.