I was diagnosed with cancer in January 2018. I tried to heal myself without medical help. It didn't work. And the cancer grew so much. The pain became unbearable. Finally I went to the hospital and let them help me. I cannot promise that I will live, but the treatments that the doctors and medical team are administering have alleviated the pain that I was living with significantly. The tumor is much much smaller. I have some pain but it is much better than before. I lost my hair, and guess what. I donn't have to deal with washing it. pulling it tight etc. I cried when I went to the shop to shave it off. But now I feel ok. I am also all alone. No blood relation in the entire world is on good terms with me. In a way I feel that this is a great relief. I couldn't stand these people anyway. So now I have an excuse to get rid of them and never turn back. The doctors, nurses and medical staff are soooooo much nicer to me than my "family" ever was. I don't miss them. I never want to make contact with them again. I am grateful to be leaving the false world, and being forced into the realization of my only living Family & Friend, God.

I was living in a homeless hotel that was closing in a month. My husband was in a psychiatric hospital for chemical dependency. I had just miscarried our beloved Baby. I prayed less than a month before I was to be displaced for God to deliver me an apartment where my husband and I could live together and afford. Before a week I think I got an approval for an apartment. It was a terrible place in a nice neighborhood. I took it and spent all of our money fixing it up. More than ten thousand dollars. Then between the months of fixing it up my husband had stopped talking to me. I was in a spiritual torture chamber. I prayed. I cried. I contemplated suicide seriously, I prayed to die. I went to psychics. I called prayer lines. Then finally after calling prayer lines Robert agreed to see me again. Forty days later. I was so relieved. Then my husband was transferred out of this psych hospital into a 28-day rehab, he did sort of well. Then he was transferred into a temporary living residence to be monitored before they set him free for home. He did terribly. Relapsed on drugs and alcohol. I went to a conference and demanded for them to let him come home. They tag-teamed us 10-2. They won, even though we fought hard. I was scared about not being able to pay my rent. I had paid six months up front but it was time to pay again and I could not pay without the help of my husband. Finally he agreed to send his check back to the house. People in churches all over the country have been praying for Robert. I have been praying that he be turned loose from that hospital residence as I was afraid he might suffer terrible physical consequences from taking a handful of pills each night and being high on drugs and alcohol. Less than a week ago, after talking to a member of a church that Robert and I have attended, the lady said he needs to get out of the system Robert was set free from this terrible hospital that is literally so manipulative and like a prison. Now I am praying for his sobriety. This is the big fight. For some reason this is a war. A war against what? I don't know. Don't know whether it's just the cravings or a combination of that and something else. What I do see is that my husband doesn't want to be alone. He hates every time I leave him. His body is rejecting the drugs by throwing up. They tell me to believe that God can do it. I believe God can do what He wants to do. I don't know what He will want to do. Also He has saved my husband's life many times before. I hope God will not tire of him. I am lost. Before I was lonely and lost. Now I'm just mainly lost. The only help we had came from The so-called invisible Source.Just cause I cannot see. Just cause I am in despair doesn't mean He's not real. God save us from this miserable life. In Jesus name and by His mercy I plead.