My Testimony-Part 4

I can't remember exactly when Mom was diagnosed with cancer, but I think it was in 1994. It was in her lymph nodes and had spread to her lungs. Surgery was a must at the time. The doctors went in and removed what they could. It took a while for her to get back on her feet, but she made it through the surgery seemingly with flying colors. I went to watch her get baptized along with my dad. I was still lost and wanted nothing to do with God.

Everything seemed to be working out just right. As I stated before, the Lord saved me in August of '96. My son was born in December of '96. Mom did get to see her new grandson not long after he was born. She fell in love with him. She often bragged on how good Jacob was. She went back into the hospital not long after that and found that the cancer was back and had spread into her brain. The battle with cancer was still gong on.

Surgery went very well again that time around. She was home within 5 days of having brain surgery, which is remarkable in itself. She seemed to be doing great, but that was only what was seen by those around her. Inside, I believe she knew she was dying. It took about a year, but eventually she passed away. The cancer that she had fought for so long, had finally gotten the best of her.

I remember the day she passed on. It was on a Sunday. I came home from Sunday school to a message to go to Mom's house. I knew then that it was time to say goodbye. I called my Pastor and another brother from church to come and pray with her. As we prayed I saw her hands raise up toward the Lord.

I prayed that day that the Lord take Mom home if she was ready to go, although I knew in my heart that she was ready. I went home after the prayer and pondered and grieved for her. I made the decision to go on to church that night. Before the service began, there was a phone call made to the church. Mom had passed away about half an hour before the call was made.

It hurts me deeply to write this, even though it has been over 8 years now. My eyes are filled with tears and my heart is broken. I wanted to grieve at the time, but was unable to do so. Nothing I could have done would bring Mom back. I wouldn't have brought her back to this evil world anyway. She passed away believing in Jesus Christ and was carried to His bosom.

There is more to tell of this chapter. I will add it when I have more time to type it out.

Thank you for your time.