Testimony from Mercy, Mexico
Hello there! I am so happy to share this testimony with you and with everyone who might be listening.
I am very grateful to the Lord, because you often hear people talking about others:
“A friend’s cousin has cancer, the neighbor has cancer—oh, please pray for my friend’s sister who has cancer.”
And so, you hear about these people, you pray for them, and you let them know that the Lord loves them.
And, of course, it comes as a surprise when it involves people you know or who are close to you.
But the experience I had when I went to the doctor for a colonoscopy... the doctor looked at me with eyes wide open—like full moons. Even before she spoke, seeing those eyes told me it wasn't good news.
She finally gathered the courage to tell me that she saw something concerning—something that needed to be checked out—but that it clearly looked bad.
And yes, they ran the pathology tests, and it turned out I did indeed have stage 4 cancer.
It’s a completely different story when you hear that the person is *you*. When you hear that word... when it’s something happening in your own life, to your own body—it’s something you just can’t believe.
I didn’t ask, “Why me?” nor did I say,
“My God, what is happening?”
I simply couldn't believe it.
My question was: What’s going to happen? What am I going to do? What decisions do I need to make?
Well, I decided to take action and move forward.
I followed the instructions given by the doctor—the oncologist. She referred me for chemotherapy, which is the standard procedure; I had undergone about three or four rounds when they ran more tests.
And that’s when the toughest battle began. The doctor told me—based on the results—that the cancer had spread; it was now in my lungs, my liver, and my uterus.
According to her, it was everywhere, and... well, you just go into shock. The only thing that crossed my mind was, "What am I going to do?" So I asked the doctor, "I already have a trip to Guadalajara planned; what do you think? Should I go, or postpone it? What do you suggest?" She told me, "Just enjoy your life, take your trip, and have a good time—because we never know how much time we have."
As it turned out, the trip was to visit some missionaries—to attend a gathering, a time of fellowship, a Christian missionary event. But interestingly, what I didn't know was that a missionary with the gift of healing was coming to that meeting from another country—I don't recall which one. And the main theme of the gathering was "healing."
Everything centered on the Word—on being reminded of what the Lord says: that by His wounds we are healed, and that we would do even greater works.
Because Jesus Christ was going to the Father, He would give us that gift—if we believe—that gift of healing. And this brother believed it; he was certain, and I believed it too.
It so happened that upon arriving in Guadalajara, we had to take a bus to the meeting.
And it turned out that the missionary with the gift of healing boarded that very bus.
There were other missionaries on board, all heading to the meeting.
The bus was packed with people traveling to that town; I was there with my husband.
Then the missionary stood up and asked the people, "Who among you needs healing? Who would like me to pray for you so the Lord can heal you?"
There, on that crowded bus, I raised my hand. I didn't care that it was full.
I believed; I said, "I want you to pray for me." He asked what was wrong, and I told him what I *had*—and I say "had" because I am free now; that was in the past.
He prayed for me; I believed, and I embraced God's promises for myself with all my heart. Finally, he said to me—just as Jesus did when He gave His life for us—"It is finished; you are healed." And I believed it with all my heart.
And something else, very important: he told me, "Many people might tell you—just like the doctors—that you are still sick, that you are unwell..." But you have to reject those thoughts and comments; you have to think and repeat, "I am healthy; Jesus has already healed me; I am healthy." It doesn't matter what people tell you, or if you undergo further tests and the results are bad. Just keep saying, "Jesus has already healed me—He has healed me—I am fine, I am fine."
On that note, I’ll share something: many people used to tell me, "Well, there's nothing to be done; just prepare yourself," and that kind of talk is discouraging. But He told me, "Don't listen to negative things." Try to listen to positive people—listen to stories like, "My cousin recovered," or "That person beat it." All of that fills you with vitality and the knowledge that if they could do it, you can too.
That is a very important point I’d like to emphasize.
Maintain a positive attitude. If people with good hearts suggest things—like, "This is good for fighting it [the cancer]"—it’s okay.
There’s no harm in trying things, provided you know that the Lord has already healed you.
And keep a positive, positive, positive attitude—always!
Because, let me tell you, people will come at you with a thousand "remedies" that supposedly cure it [the cancer].
Honestly, I clung to everything—I tried everything—but the main thing was knowing that the Lord had already healed me.
To continue with my testimony: the missionary brother prayed for me.
At the gathering, they prayed for the sick again, and I witnessed many answers to prayer there. And every time he prayed, I kept repeating, “I know Jesus has already healed me; I know I am already healed.” And for every Bible verse he quoted, I would say to myself, “That’s for me—that’s for me.”
The meeting ended, and my husband and I returned to our city, Mexicali.
Then came my next appointment; I went with full faith, waiting to see what would happen.
I felt excited to hear what they would tell me and what changes there might be.
But no matter what they said—and the brother had already told me, “You must reject it”—I didn't go in with a closed mind; I went prepared, as if protected by a shield. That is how I felt.
So, I went for the next test—a CT scan.
The doctor was going to carefully check everything on the scan to see how things had progressed—or so she thought. And lo and behold—to her surprise—she spent a long time reviewing the images, zooming in on the scan. And there I was, waiting.
Then she said, "Well, I don't know what happened, but I don't see anything in these scans anymore; everything is clear."
So I told her, "Well, Doctor, God healed me."
I was overjoyed and told her all about my experience attending that gathering. She believed in God too, and she just smiled—she just kept smiling.
Oncologists tend to be very serious people.
But her face lit up with happiness.
And the doctor said to me, "Give great thanks to God," because everything looked perfect to her.
I followed her protocols for a while, and eventually, she discharged me.
I feel so grateful and happy, and it brings me such joy to share this hope with you.
It started as a hope, but now it is a reality, because God never fails.
And all His promises are true and faithful.
"I will never leave you nor forsake you;
I will be with you every day. Do not fear what they can do to you, for I am greater than he who is in the world."
So many beautiful promises.
I hope this testimony encourages you and gives you the strength to emerge victorious.
Let us always remember that God is a God of miracles and that prayer changes things.
You simply have to believe that it is possible and that it is already done. Amen.
