Darkness.

March 2011 - Hiding the pain as I sat on an ice pack.

(cont. from ‘Listen to the little voice…’)

People will sweetly ask me, “How are you doing, really?”  Its unimaginable to some that living with the word cancer could be anything but ok.  “Are you sure?” they ask.  Honestly, my darkest days were the ones that came before my diagnosis.  Not knowing what was wrong with my body, at least for me, was the hardest part of it all.  Dealing with the fact that I have non-Hodgkins lymphoma was gravy compared to the period beforehand I refer to simply as ‘darkness.’

In the book of Matthew, ‘darkness’ is referred to as the place of “weeping and gnashing of teeth.”  Between the months of March 2011 and June 2011, all of my memories can best be summed up with that description.  I spent my days in pajamas, juggling my time between excruciating pain in my left hip and lower back and shuffling around on my God-forsaken crutches.  I spent my nights screaming into my pillow with endless tears soaking it to no avail.  I spent those months in complete and utter darkness.  No position on the couch or on my bed could ease the pain and no amount of the strongest narcotic painkillers prescribed by my doctor could help me.  It pains me even now to admit that I was popping narcotic pills like they were Sweet-Tarts only to discover to my complete and utter disappointment that they didn’t do a thing.  I might as well have been popping candy in my mouth for all the good they did me.  I never understood how anybody could become addicted to painkillers until I went through my own ordeal.  This in itself was a hard lesson to learn.  I was so desperate for even a moment’s relief, that it didn’t matter to me how many I had taken as long as I wasn’t in that horrible pain.  Fortunately for me (I guess), since the medication didn’t even numb the pain, I gave up on them and avoided becoming addicted to them.  I will never again judge anybody for their addictions; darkness is a formidable opponent that I myself almost fell victim to.

My husband would sit next to me night after night and stroke my hair or rub my back as I cried out in pain, helpless and unable to ease it as hard as he tried.  We even used an entire tube of Biofreeze in one week on my back in an attempt to make me feel better.  Massage therapists, heat pads, ice packs; absolutely nothing worked.  My days kept growing darker and darker and my nights were sleepless.  I was going to my six-week follow-ups with my doctor only to be told that my “fractured hip” was getting better very slowly and to come back in six weeks.  It was hard to understand why if my hip was getting better,  the pain was only getting worse.

Though my days were dark and my nights darker, I prayed.  I prayed with my face on the floor every day and cried out to God over and over to show me His face.  I was persistent; I’d go to church and would trudge up the steps on my crutches every Sunday to sing with the praise team.  The pain I was in must have been obvious on my face because people would stop me to pray for me.  I cried every time.  The church elders and my pastor came to my home and prayed over me.  I was determined to make the Lord move and listen to me and I wasn’t taking no for an answer.  Although I was persistent, I felt forsaken and forgotten.  I knew He could hear me but I couldn’t tell if He cared.  In my darkest hour, when I least expected it, He showed me His face.  Just in time, I experienced the most life-changing, hand-of-God, lightning bolt moment I could ever imagine.

Warning:  If you doubt the existence of spiritual beings, good or bad, in this world other than ourselves, then I suggest you stop reading here.  Doubting Thomas’s need not leave comments.  My blog, my soapbox.

It started out as typical evening.  My husband came home after a long day at work only to find me on the couch writhing in pain as usual.  At this point, the pain was coming and going like contractions might during labor.  Except these “contractions” would last anywhere from 30 minutes to a few hours at a time.  I never knew when they would hit me and how long they would torment me.  After about an hour, the pain went away long enough to decide that we would order in pizza for dinner.  I hadn’t been able to cook a meal in my own kitchen for months because of the crutches and I didn’t feel like eating an omelet or cereal, my husband’s specialty.  I got a call from my dad checking up on me and I invited him over for dinner which he gladly accepted considering my mom was working and he was hungry.  Not long after he arrived, our dinner arrived and we all sat down around the TV to eat.  I hadn’t even gotten through the first slice when the pain came back with a vengeance.

Now, my dad had never seen what kind of pain I’d been experiencing at that point.  He knew about it but hadn’t seen it firsthand.  After I pushed my plate away, I lay down on the couch face down with the usual tears running down my face.  My poor dad watched in horror as the pain grew and my cries got louder and louder and I began to pace the house on my crutches in an effort to alleviate the pain.  In that moment, I remember thinking that I hated for my father to see me this way, crushed and broken.  I could only imagine how he felt in that moment to see his little girl in such agony but I couldn’t keep the tears from coming.  My husband explained to him that this was our daily ritual; I paced the house as he got the ice pack and would beg me to lay down to place it on my back.  After finally giving up on pacing for about 30 minutes, I obeyed and lay on the couch with the ice burning into my back; the burning the only real distraction I had from the pain.  With my hands trembling and my loud sobs shaking my body, my father laid his hands on my back and with tear-filled eyes began to pray aloud.

I need to explain something about my parents, and my father in particular.  My parents, since I can remember, had always emphasized the power of prayer against any kind of problems in our lives.  They always told my sister and I that just as we believe in God, there are also negative forces in this world just as real as God that are determined to destroy our lives and that we needed to be prepared.  “The Word of the Lord is your sword,” she would say, “and the enemy has to flee at the sound of His name.  You have to say it out loud because the enemy can’t hear you.  God can hear our silent prayers, not the enemy.”  My mother is literally a walking, breathing Bible and a pillar of faith.  Growing up, I watched my parents counsel and pray over countless people to help them with addiction, sickness, marriage problems and all the like.  My father would visit a local children’s hospital to pray over the smallest of patients only to receive requests from parents for him to return to pray or to receive news that their child been released in full health.  Now his child was in need.

When I talked to my dad about that night afterward, he said that when he saw my face, he felt angry; angry at himself for not knowing that I’d been going through that and angry at what was causing it.  He’d laid his warm hands on my back and began to pray very loudly.  He got louder and louder and by the time I knew it, he was shouting.  In my pain and in my sobbing, I hardly noticed his shouting but that’s when it happened.  While my father ordered the spirit of pain that had been plaguing me for months to leave me alone, I felt a surge of electricity and my cries turned into something unrecognizable.  I, being fully aware of what was happening and in my full senses, was no longer crying yet the sound coming from my mouth was a blood-curdling scream that I was helpless in stopping.  It felt like something was being eradicated from my body through my mouth and those screams were screams of resistance.  In spite of this and because of it, my father was relentless and kept praying aloud demanding that I be liberated from this prison in His name.  Upon conferring with my mother about it the next day and telling her what time this had all happened, she said that she’d been led to drop what she was doing at work and started praying furiously for my father.  Little did she know that my father was in the throes of a full-on spiritual battle over my body.  My husband, unbeknownst  to me, had stepped outside being led to pray over our house in that very moment.  Almost as soon as the screaming had started, it suddenly stopped.  I’d felt like Atlas for so long with the weight of the world on my shoulders and suddenly I felt free and I realized the pain was completely gone in that instant.  I was exhausted and barely whispered a thank you to my father as I fell into the deepest, most satisfying sleep I’d had in months.  God had planned for my father to be there to witness the worst bout of pain I’d had to date; He’d planned for the most spiritually-equipped person in my life to be there, a warrior prepared to fight for me when I needed it the most.

As I awoke the next morning, I was surprised that I’d slept the whole night through.  Even after experiencing the hand of God over my body the night before, I was a doubting Thomas, careful in my hope that the pain hadn’t just left for one night waiting to come back to plague me as usual.  Yet a full day passed with no pain.  Then another day, and another.  The weeks passed and I was pain-free.  I’d been freed from my prison of darkness and pain and even though I was still on crutches, I rejoiced.  I’d experience soreness sometimes in my hip thereafter, but nothing like I’d experienced before.  This was an ant bite compared to what it was before and nothing a pair of Advil couldn’t fix.  This was the normal type of pain associated with a fractured bone that I should have been having from the beginning.

Sure, my cancer diagnosis would follow soon after, but I’d already been freed from my prison.  I’d already experienced the healing hand of God and I knew that even cancer would not be able to consume me.  If even all-consuming darkness hadn’t done me in, stupid cancer stood absolutely no chance.  Darkness is the worst cancer of them all and God had already given me victory over it.

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19 thoughts on “Darkness.

  1. ….liked the victory – no the darkness. 😦

  2. Susan says:

    I went through a darkness the beginning of the year,nothing compared to yours,but hearing you go through loops and doubting,even though you didn’t want to doubt you were human,it showed me that I wasn’t alone,I to doubted God at a moment of despair but He heard my prayers.i now do not feel alone on going through darkness.

  3. Olga says:

    OMG! I got chills! What an amazing story!

  4. Brianna says:

    *Tears*! Our God is so amazing, and I’m blessed and honored to walk alongside you and German. I know it has been a difficult road, that no one can understand unless they walk it themselves, and you have been an inspiration to me and many others and I just praise God for what He’s done in your life. Thanks for sharing this and not keeping it to yourself. Love ya! -Brianna

  5. Lauren says:

    God is so good. You’re story is such an inspiration! We love you!

  6. Sara Brennan says:

    wow. Awesome. There’s really nothing more to say. Thank you for sharing that. God is so good.

  7. Elise says:

    Christina, thank you for sharing this. I am so inspied by your faith and courage. You are a blessing to all who know you.

  8. Priscilla Armadillo says:

    God bless you and your family. Your words touched me so deeply. Thank you.

  9. John Bradshaw says:

    Praise God! Awesome testimony Cristina! He is the healer and the blesser!

  10. Nelly Silver says:

    Mrs.Christina,Thank-You Soo Much For Sharing Your Story.It Really Just Brings Tears To Anyone Who Reads It.I Know That It Has Been A Very Long Road For You,But I Also Know That GOD Has Been There W/U:-)You Will Always Be In My Prayers And I Know GOD Will Always Be There By You Too.Always Remember That You Have Many People That Love You,But Most Important GOD Loves You:-)Many Blessings To You Ma’am.
    Sending Love,
    Hugs.
    Nelly:)

  11. Tammy says:

    I really didn’t want to read this one because of the title. I wanted to protect myself from the dark details, having recently watched my mom battle another form of cancer, but I’m glad I did. As I saw God care for her and now knowing the amazing power of God working through your father, I am just more in awe of Him, and of you. Your story has encouraged me today. In telling it you have strengthened me in my faith. Thank you. As I’ve told you before, you are an inspiration to me. I love you, my sister. Keep telling your story!

  12. Roxanne says:

    Amazing how God works! This truly brought tears to my eyes! We all tend to forget how strong He is and how He works but this is evident, that He is our God and He loves us!

    Thanks for sharing! Continued prayers going your way!

  13. Pat Matthews says:

    Praise God!! Thanks for sharing you encounter with our Father!

  14. cheryl thunberg says:

    Beautifully said! Beautiful

  15. America says:

    He wants us to believe to have faith….and to turn to him..I was brought to tears and I could see it all playing in my head word for word as I was reading. Share your story because you are helping so many.=)

  16. Maria Rubio says:

    What an amazing story.. GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD!!!! he will never forsake you… Trust in him and never take your eyes of him… Praise him in his NAME!!! My Lord Jesus Christ..
    God Bless you always!!!!

  17. stephanie gomez says:

    There are no words to describe how inspiring, emotional, and hopeful your story is. It immedietly brought tears to my eyes. God is good. Although I could never understand ur pain, you cant help but think about the pain and suffering our savior went through for us. Your testimony will help people. You are truly God s warrior. 🙂

  18. chrissy torres says:

    Praise God! Wow! Thank you for sharing this. God has used you to awaken something inside of me. Thank you. Praying for you guys.

  19. Deb Yaeger says:

    Im writing this through tears, God is truly amazing and has his hands on you! Keep the faith and keep sharing your testimony! God has a plan! Im so blessed to call you friend, so very thankful we met at Zumba convention. I wish I would of known then, I would of given you the biggest HUG ever! Thanks for reminding me to keep my faith in check. Im not a doubting Thomas and hopefully your story will inspire others not to be… I know “Job” is proud of you!

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