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Weeks of hideous pain bent me down,
doctor gave me asprin to ease the pain,
soon a blood test revealed the brutal force,
I had been inflicted with the worst...luekaemia.
Chemotherapy began the process off,
powerful but destructive drugs infused into my blood.
The only way out, but hideous pain,
cry out to God in the night.
He blesses his children with sleep.
But little did I know that the real pain was coming.
What is known as a bone marrow transplant,
was my only chance they said.
Chemotherapy was just a 1% chance
but if I could find a donor with identical stem cells,
I could have a 25-40% chance of cure, survival.
78% of sufferers never find a donor but something
interesting was there in my case....
God had given me my father's stem cells,
perfect for the transplant.
God doesn't work by percentages.
we trusted God with all our heart
my dad had had skin cancer,
any remaining melanoma would surely have taken my life.
The immense suffering of a bone marrow transplant can
not be put into words.
As I lay in my living nightmare I cried out to God,
who is always there.
Two days had gone past the limit to produce the blood
for me to survive.
Doctors with empty faces entered the room to share the
devastating news.
I needed a second transplant or I would surely die.
We were told the second transplant usually didn't
work, but was my only hope.
We needed a miracle from God, we felt his power fill
the room. Peace overcame fear, as we gave up control
to the almighty. Ashtonishment, joy, and disbelief was
felt by family, medical staff and doctors, were
shocked with the realization that the original stem
cells had begun to work. God performed a miracle and-acapo