All started at the meeting in Krefeld in May 2001. Allergic to the down duvets, I made a strong asthma attack all the night.

 When I returned, I was sent to the emergency room of the Bracops hospital and was kept for examinations. As I had very little oxygen in the blood, the doctor took blood from the large pulsing vein of the left wrist. After a few hours, I was allowed to return home. Some days later, the doctor called me to the hospital. He announced that I had hepatitis C virus for years and that I should think about my treatment.

 Back at home, I neither tell anything to my children, nor to my brothers. I searched on the Internet, in books, ask people who could give me information. I saw the development of the disease (either to cancer or to cirrhosis), I prayed, I cried thinking of my children. (14-13 and 5 years old). In 2002, I saw brother Leonard, my pastor, and I opened my heart to him. He comforted me ; he prayed for me anointing me with oil.

 I went to do the ultrasound of the liver : the one who was doing the technical act encouraged me to go for treatment. I thought about the lengh of the treatment (6 to 8 months of treatment with symptoms of flu but 10 times stronger, not to mention the antidepressants and suicidal thoughts due to the medecines).

I surrendered to the Lord’s hands and each time when I pray, I remind our God His promise, I was talking to him about it everyday, in every prayer. I did the last examination in 2003. In 2006, before our trip to Africa, my husband made an appointment for me to repeat the tests at the beginning of June. I refused to go. At the beginning of August, a thought rose in my heart and pushed me to go for the test. So I made an appointment for 4th then I deferred to 16th. On the evening of 15th, I slept without anxious, I was calm, I was felling free and joyful. I wanted to end this burden. I gave my arm smiling and they took from me 9 flakes of blood.

 When we returned from the trip, the letter from the lab was waiting for me at home. I took it, eager to open it. My husband took it and kept it closed, asking me to wait until tomorrow.

By morning, he made me to sit down, we prayed and he opened it. He first read silently, then loudly. On the protocol, I learned that I had nothing !!! As if I never had anything !!! I jumped for joy, I thanked the Lord, we praised Him. I waited 5 years and He taught me patience ! Glory be to His name. The Lord has always answered me, He often talked to me, He is always there, He made me to come back from death three times and healed me dozens of times. May He be blessed forever.

O how I love my Savior, how I would like to spend eternity in His presence.