Some years back, a friend of mine traveled to have a surgery and she came back with this crusade that every woman should have some breast awareness. That sort of drew my attention to an unusual feeling I had in my breast; but I’ve always believed in divine healing and health, so I didn’t bother myself with it. Rather, I kept thanking God that if there was anything wrong, He would take it away. The feeling continued for some time and it was giving me quite a bit of concern and during that time I had cause to see a doctor on another issue so I raised it. After the tests, I was given a clean bill of health and I was happy about that. After about two to three months, the feeling increased and I didn’t know what to do other than to stand on the Word of God. I kept confessing my healing and precisely one year after, the pain became much. It was getting visible that one of my breasts was becoming bigger than the other and was discoloured.

The pain became so much that it was uncomfortable for me to ride in a car with the bad roads or even walk. I remember one day on my way to my Family Outreach Group (FOG) meeting; some hard core had been poured on the road, I took a motorbike and I had to sit with my two hands propping me up to absorb the pain with my hands. The cyclist noticed it and was afraid I would fall off the bike.

On May 29th 2008, I decided to see a doctor who told me, “You are just afraid for nothing, we see such cases these days – people getting afraid for nothing.” When I left, I called a doctor in my FOG and he asked me to still see a doctor at the University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital (UPTH). When I got there I realized it was Democracy Day – a public holiday, and so the doctors did not work. However, I bought an emergency card and the attendant asked me to check back the following Monday for a biopsy and after which they would decide whether the case was cancerous or not and decide on the best form of treatment.

I didn’t have faith to go back to see a doctor, so I stayed on the Word even though the pain grew worse. The following Sunday I managed to be in church and when Pastor Charles climbed the pulpit, he spoke on The Fullness of the Blessing. When I heard the topic, I started preaching it to myself because I had declared praise time for myself previously and I told myself that such a message would not be complete without it touching on healing. Pastor Charles preached and I was so excited and expectant; I settled it in my mind that there was no way God was going to let me go back home with that pain. The prophet in Israel had come to talk to us on The Fullness of the Blessing and I knew that was it for me. Towards the end of the message, he [pastor] gave a word of knowledge and said, “There is somebody here, you have a swelling on your left breast.” I raised my hands and took my healing. Throughout that week I was still having the pains and some friends actually suggested I see a doctor but I didn’t want that matter discussed any more as I knew it was a settled case. I knew anything I was experiencing was the healing process. Despite that, I had to contend with thought bombs of how one of my breasts would be cut off. All manner of thoughts kept coming but I had to counter them with the Word of God. After that time, it started going down. The beautiful thing is that when Jesus does it, you know He is the Balm of Gilead. Everything went down and I got completely healed. I even feel better just like the testimony of Naaman.

I’m thankful to God and to Pastor Charles, the vessel that God used to come through for me.