This is a true story of
strong woman who battled, fought and
at the end came out triumphant. Hope
you will connect to this story and be
strong in whatever challenges you are
going through. With optimism and faith,
you will surely come out victorious.

Her Story

In the brink of death, in agonies of
pains and tears, sleepless nights and
days, days of living with decayed and
rotten flesh oozing of terrible smell and
water, avoided and distanced, rejected
and cast away. I had an aura of death
all around me. I gave up on myself,
something inside of me kept telling me i
was going to die. I cried all day, all
night, my sister in London cried with me
during phone conversations with her.
They were tears of death, tears of
surrender of hopelessness. My faith in
God was broken, it was stretched
so far i couldn't endure. I passed
through fire and brimstone and it burnt
me badly. He kept telling me

"i would heal you in pains"

He told me several times but i couldn't
endure the kind of pains i was
experiencing - pains so excruciating i
wanted something fast but he would
have none of it. He wanted me to learn,
to depend absolutely on him and not on
any man. He reminded me of his
promises

"even though i walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, i will fear no
evil"

But i was scared, those words did
nothing to comfort me. I was so
terrified it got to the point where i just
gave up and put my mind in perpetual
blankness and told myself -Let the
worse happen. That was what i did, i am
human anyway and i was already broken
but the He never gave up on me.
Where i was weak, he made me strong
but i was so blinded i couldn't see it.

Here am i today Mrs Charity a survivor
of the deadly disease called CANCER. I
want to share my journey so far, how it
started, what transpired, my trials and
tribulations, my hopelessness, my
multiple failed visas' to travel outside
for surgery.

I am sharing this story as a survivor, as
a fighter who walked down the path of
death but came out victorious. I am
sharing this story of victory against the
wiles of the enemy for the lord gave me
the garment of rejoicing and i am alive
today.

My story continues................

source www.suspenseandemotions..com

I'm really hapi that you survived it. I recommend the bookTHE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING to everybody

Very good nd inspiring book

Today, i would be releasing one of my pictures for the world to see. When i said i passed through severe and excruciating pains, many would never know the depth of it.

This picture is during the earlier stages of the cancer when it was gradually eating up my breast. My breast took a shape and form i never knew, i went through hell, pain killers couldn't reduce the pains i was experiencing at this stage.

Here is my breast in five month or more after i discovered the lump in my breast was the dreaded cancer

source www.suspenseandemotions..com

Congratulations for surviving this. I can imagine the pain, the heart break, the thought of others who this dreaded disease has sent to their early graves. I rejoice with you and your household. God bless u real good.

Amen, thank you blenddy

HOW IT ALL STARTED

I have lived a normal life, healthy and
strong, full of life and enthusiasm. Apart
from my slight limp on my left leg
caused by untreated polio when i was
little, i have lived without any life
threatening disease. So you would
understand my shock and dismay when i
noticed a little lump on my left breast
during the last quarter of the year
2011. Since it was a small lump, i really
didn't take it so serious, i listened to
advise from friends and went to a
native doctor somewhere in Onitsha to
get traditional treatment. Stupid me
started with the treatment, but my
situation got worse. I decided to travel
to Lagos to do proper scan and process
my visa to travel outside the country
for Surgery to meet my elder sister who
has planned out my surgery
procedures.

I took a short leave from work (a
teacher in one of the primary schools in
Imo State) and traveled to my kins
mans place in Lagos. I went to LUTH
and was directed to a diagnostic place
at Ojuelegba where a scan was
conducted on me. With my result, i
headed for a Private Hospital at palm
Avenue where a small portion of my
breast was cut off for further
examination. I went back to the
hospital on my next appointment day
and was reassured that everything
would be alright, my cancer was still at
the formative stage and
that a quick surgery will prevent it from
spreading round. I contacted my sister
in London and she began making plans
for me to come over for the surgery.
She didn't want me to do the surgery in
Nigeria as she didn't have strong
confidence for the health system here.
She sent me a tourist invitation letter
and the rest was history. It just didn't
work out. I traveled back to Imo state
to make proper arrangement, i got a call
from the embassy but the poor
network connection disrupted the
conversation. Traveled back to Lagos,
back to the embassy, got a text
message requesting i come for an
interview..... so many things happened
at once and i was just denied visa to
travel.

This new development broke me down
as i had to make arrangement for the
surgery to take place in Nigeria. The
pressure was so much for me to
undergo surgery, but deep down in my
heart, i didn't reconcile my heart to
doing that. I just didn't want to do any
surgery here in Nigeria since i had been
denied Visa. Infact, i was so scared of
having my breast cut out, the thought
scared me so much that i had a quarrel
with my relative for my refusal to do
the surgery.

What i didn't know is that God wanted
to show himself mighty and strong on
my behalf, what i didn't know was that
God wanted to make me a testimony, a
testimony that will shock everyone.
Since i was denied visa, and i had
resorted not to undergo surgery i
decided to commit my sickness unto
God, by this time, my breast has
started its first stage of rottenness.
My sister in London took my case to
God in prayers and in one of the
services, her pastor told her that he
saw me being wheeled into the surgery
room but i didn't come out alive. This
revelation also doubled my fears about
the surgery and i made a resolve not to
undergo surgery anymore. My sister in
London advised me to locate a strong
man of God who would join faith me in
prayers but the typical me refused. I
was content in counting my rosary day
and night, i wasn't used or haven't done
any kind of intense prayer all my life. So
the idea of engaging in a spiritual
warfare seemed alien to me.

I left my relative house to agege to stay
with a friend for some while, but before
that time, my relative's wife Mrs
Ifeoma took me to a prayer house
somewhere at Ijesha. In the middle of
the prayers, i was called out and told
that i had serious pain on my breast and
i responded in the affirmative. They
also told me i was the second wife to
my husband and that the first wife died
of an ailment (stroke), i responded in
the affirmative. The minister looked at
me and told me what i didn't know
wouldn't kill me. I was told to home
and give God qualitative PRAISE for one
week. But, typical me, i didn't do any
praise and i didn't take anything
serious.

Okay, i went to agege to stay with my
friend for some while. During my stay
there, she took me to a prayer ministry
and i received a shocker. I was told that
my deliverance lies in praising God. I
was told the same i was told the first
place i went - PRAISE GOD. But i didn't
know why i found it so difficult praising
him, i wasn't asked to do a long fast or
any extreme exercise. PRAISE HIM,
they said.

I packed my things and headed back to
my relative's house. There must be
something about PRAISE that i don't
understand
to be continued............