Posted by admin on 11 2nd, 2009 | 2 responses

He Said He Would Not Let Me Die

I’m home in the US with my brother these days…and for some reason I am reminded of one of the most amazing and precious miracles I have witnessed the Lord do.  He healed my brother.  When my brother was in his early teens, he was diagnosed with a rare and fatal kidney disease.  The doctors said that within one year my brother would be on dialysis and within three years he would be dead.  Normal kidneys secrete 0-150 mg of protein a day.  My brother’s protein levels were above 9000 mg.  The doctors said there was no cure for this disease and even a kidney transplant would not help.  But Jesus did a miracle and within one year, my brother’s protein levels went from 9000 mg to 6 mg!  It reminds me of a scripture in Matthew 19:26, Jesus says, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”   What the doctors could not do, Jesus did.

Perhaps in your life, you are facing an “impossible” situation.  Look to Jesus, and the impossible will say to you, “I M Possible!”

Below is my brother’s account of his healing, written over ten years ago: 

During a time when most kids were getting ready for a new school year, I was confined to a hospital bed. It was the August between my freshman and sophomore year in high school. Until only a few weeks ago, my life had been “normal.” But, in late July I began noticing strange symptoms in my body. Over the past few months, I had gained a significant amount of weight, which I was unable to shed despite hours of exercise and a nearly zero fat diet. As a child, my weight had always fluctuated, so at first, my family and I thought nothing of this. It was not until I awoke one morning with a swollen from head to toe, that we knew something was wrong.

My pediatrician took some urine samples and found that my kidneys were malfunctioning and leaking abnormally high levels of blood and protein. I was immediately sent to the Nephrology Center at Children’s Hospital where they took x-rays and did an ultrasound of my kidney. The doctors found that my kidneys were lined with tumors. Baffled by my symtoms, the doctors decided to perform a biopsy.

Until this point in my life, I was an average Christian. Religion was not a priority in my life. I attended church every Sunday morning, but I rarely ever prayed on my own or read the Bible. But, as my life seemed to be spiraling out of control, I began to seek the Lord. I began to pray. Over the years I had seen God perform miracles and work in mighty ways. So, I knew that God was able. At first, I didn’t really think that my disease was very serious, but I prayed because I knew it would make things better.

Any time I would go in for a test, I would continue to pray until the results came back. Any time I would get scared, I would pray. One day I asked my eldest sister, to pray for me. After we prayed she told me that she felt as if God was saying that he would not let me die. He would not let me die? It was not until then that I realized just how serious my disease might be and how much I needed God’s protection (later, those same words would help comfort me when it seemed as if death was inevitable).

As I went in for my biopsy, the last thing I did before losing consciousness was pray. The next thing I remember is waking up in my hospital room, drugged up, and feeling as if I had been run over by a car. The next day I was released from the hospital. I was relieved that the biopsy was over, but little did I know that my troubles had just begun. Two nights later I awoke with excruciating pain in my left kidney. It would not go away and it got to the point where I could no longer bear it. My mother and my middle sister drove me to the emergency room where they found that my left kidney, the one that had been biopsied, was bleeding. It seemed as if everything was getting progressively worse rather than better. However, through prayer I was able to keep my sanity, and I kept a constant optimism that everything would be okay. God was with me, I knew it.

I was in the hospital for one week, and during this week my biopsy results came back. It turned out that I had Focal Segmental Glumerial Nephritis, a rare Kidney disease that doctors don’t know the cause of or how to treat. Up until the results had come back everybody was hoping that it would simply be Minimal Change Disorder, a more common and easily treatable disease. The doctors explained the disease to my parents, giving them details I was not told until later for my own well being. The doctors told my mother that they would try some medicines, but realistically I had a MAXIMUM of ten years to live (most likely I would live much less) and I would probably be on Kidney dialysis within two years. They also said that a Kidney transplant was pointless because the disease would just affect the new kidney as well.

After spending a week in the hospital, confined to the hospital bed, I was finally sent home with instructions to remain in bed 24 hours a day. I missed the first week of the school year. All of this bed rest had left my muscles atrophied and I barely had enough energy to walk twenty feet without fainting. The doctor had me start on a steroid called prednisone. Prednisone is the mildest of the medicines they give for treating FSGS and she highly doubted that it would work, but it was routine to start with prednisone.

I began school a week and a half late, and completely exhausted. God helped me though, and I was able to return as if nothing had happened. Six weeks after beginning to take Prednisone, I went in for another appointment. To the doctor’s surprise, the prednisone had worked, but not to the extent that was necessary. The doctor wanted to put me on a stronger medicine with side effects such as cancer and infertility. I was ready to do whatever the doctor recommended, but my mom was with me and sitting in the hospital room she prayed and asked God what we should do. God told her that we should stay with the prednisone. Despite the doctors urgings otherwise, we decided that we would try prednisone for another six weeks.

Prednisone also is not without side effects. One major side effect it makes the user very, very, fat. The doctor told me that my appetite would increase and I would not be able to control my intake. I did not want to be fat, I enjoyed being skinny, so I prayed every day that I would not gain any wait. Amazingly, I only lost weight while I was on the medicine. The nurses would even joke about how they should try the “Prednisone Diet.” I was 162 pounds when I first went in to the doctor, and granted that a lot of that was water weight, I dropped down to a lean 119 pounds at one point. There were other side effects that I endured also. I had a problem with cramping. I would get leg cramps simply bending to sit in a car. For weeks I endured the cramping as if there was nothing I could do about it. Finally I had my pastor pray for me and it went away immediately. In fact, any time I was faced with a problem, I would simply get prayer from my pastor and it would disappear. Some problems I should have had god protected me from altogether.

When I went back to the doctor after the second six weeks were up, she was pleased to tell me that my protein levels had once again gone down. She was encouraged by this and wanted me to stay on prednisone as long as it was working for me. Slowly my results became better and better, my doctors appointments became further and further apart, and my prednisone dosage became lower and lower. Finally, over a year later, my levels were that of a perfectly healthy individual. Even the doctor said it was a miracle. The honest truth is, I always knew they would go down to normal and I would be okay…God said I wouldn’t die. My levels have stayed normal and have gone down even further, which is perfectly healthy. Now days when I go in for doctors appointments they feel like a waste of time because everything is going perfectly in my life. Soon I will be completely off of prednisone.

Some people who have gone through a similar ordeal might wonder, “Why did I have to go through this Lord?” That is a question I already know the answer to. Instead, I must say, “Thank you for helping me GROW through this Lord.” The transformation that I have gone through in these past two years has been amazing. Going through this has helped build my faith tremendously and I love the Lord as I never have before. Even the assistant pastor at our church commented on how I no longer just bug my sisters during church, instead I pay attention and participate. God has become real to me. It’s amazing how some of us don’t realize what an awesome God we have until we need him for something miraculous. If you think about it, everything is a miracle from God. Every single person on this planet is a miracle from God. This planet itself is a miracle from God. Until I became sick, I took all these miracles for granted. Now I thank God for everything. I thank God for my family, for my friends, for my church, for the sacrifice He made, for calling me to Him, for my health, and for always being there for me.

Note: It has been over 10 years since my brother wrote this account of his healing.  My brother is completely off medication and is still perfectly healthy.  Even the doctors admit it is a miracle.  Since then, we have found out that doctors have stopped using Prednisone as a medicine to treat this illness because they have deemed it medically ineffective.  Thus, God confirmed to us that it was not the medicine that healed my brother…it was Jesus!



2 Responses to “He Said He Would Not Let Me Die”

  1. priscilla says:

    Ho look prefectly healthy. when Jesus Heals He heals fully, Their is prefectness in Him

  2. Amit Augustine says:

    its great how lord work in our life not just in only big problem but in our siting to breathing its just if u want 2 live a with god in every move just live your life & your every problems and every other things in his hands. its in bible some but i do not getting it on my mind even thou i am thank full for telling me your bros testimony thankyou

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