- Category: testimonies
In March 2009, my step mum, Joy Kemisinga, was diagnosed at Nyakibale Hospital with advanced cancer of the cervix.
My step brother, Sunday, rang us to inform and inquire on the possible way forward. They had been told that they are being sent to the national referral hospital Mulago, and advised that they needed a minimum of ug.shs. 4million (US$ 2000), a sum they could only dream about.
We asked them to come over to the city without any further delay. At the national referral hospital Mulago, we were told that the specialist would visit five days later but on further inquiry, we were told that he runs his own private hospital, City Hospital, a few kilometers from the national referral. So we decided to go to the specialist’s hospital where the patient was immediately admitted and scheduled, after preliminary tests, for a cervical cancer operation two days later. This was on 24th April 2009.
Four weeks later and after three operations with both the cervix and the bladder removed because they had both been seriously affected by the cancer, we were asked to take the patient away because nothing much was expected to change. By this time, the patient was easing herself continuously from the operated location (through the wound), which meant it could not heal as the tube inserted in her side for urinals had failed to work. The hospital cubical where she was staying was also a continuous stench. The doctor graciously offered us the Hospital Ambulance to take her where ever we wished, since he had nowhere in particular to refer us.
My wife and I had only two options. Either to return her to the village where she had come from and where she did not have any child with means or, to stay with her for her final journey to her maker. We chose the latter and so drove seventy kilometers outside the city to our home where a nurse was found to perform daily dressing and somehow reduce the smell. But before leaving the hospital we uttered a prophetic word. In a prayer to the Almighty and in the presence of a few hospital staff, we affirmed the potency of the hand of omnipotence to begin work where man had stopped and somehow bless us with yet another testimony of the miracles God did (both in Jesus and others) and still does in our day and our generation.
A month later, with evidence that a miracle was under way and the wound healing, I picked a phone and requested the doctor if he could come over and do something for me as well as see the miraculously recovering patient written-off by man a month earlier. After getting the assurance that fuel money would be refunded, he graciously made the 70 km. journey to our home in Kayunga and was surprised what he saw.
I had called to request him to remove the tube from the side to the location God intended for urinals. At first he objected arguing that he was the one who removed the bladder so placing the catheter down was a practical waste of time. I argued that since it was useless where he put it, it does no harm to have it where no operation is required. Inside of me, a voice had been telling me the tube should be where God planned for urinals. I had already asked my wife and the nurse to start observing carefully for the exact place where the urethra emerges on the outside so that if need be, we do the operation ourselves. This was because , I reasoned, so longer as the urine was passing through the wound, it would never heal.
Seeing my determination, the doctor grudgingly accepted and, wonder of all wonders, the catheter worked immediately. The wound healed and, just this past weekend(10th-13th July, 2009), we took her back home for a thunderous welcome and a befitting thanksgiving ceremony to the Almighty for graciously enabling us, in our own time, to witness one of His many wonders that believers and non believers alike need. If for nothing else, it was useful, so that the Almighty God may re-affirm His pledge that there will never be a time when man is without a witness to the end that all non believers are without excuse.
On our way to the village, we passed by City Hospital to give witness to the nurses about the things God still can do and does. The two nurses we prayed with earlier were there and you should have been there to see how tears of joy actually look like as they mobbed and hugged the rightly named old lay, JOY.
One, Helen Keller, born blind but enabled to accomplish her calling was once asked what she thought could be worse than being born blind. “Only one thing” she said was worse: “to have (and live with) eyes, and you do not see”. My heart goes out to believers both at City Hospital, African Bible University , (especially the fellowship that offered prayers) and those in my family and others of our church at home. They knew of and some even saw her expelled from hospital to go and die. In our home we prayed and fasted. They have seen it all. But you can be sure that there would be those who see and hear all this and yet see and hear – nothing!
Blessed are they whose eyes see and whose ears hear. Amen.