Eighteen years ago, I sat in a room waiting for results that would either confirm my worst fears or bring unexpected news.
The cancer should have been everywhere. But it wasn’t.
It was nowhere.
The PET scan came back clean—completely, shockingly clean.
And just like that, my healing was confirmed.
But my faith knew it long before the scan ever did.
When I got the news, I wept with gratitude. I emailed everyone who had been praying. I called my closest family and friends. There was so much joy and relief in that moment—like breathing for the first time after holding my breath for months.
That night, my dear friend Jody and I planned a Praise Party in my garage. Yep, in true grassroots style, we turned that garage into holy ground. Many of the older saints from our church came, along with a few close friends and family. We worshipped and We celebrated. We rejoiced in the miraculous work of God.
But not everyone joined in.
Some family members didn’t come. They couldn’t believe I was actually healed. And while that was painful, it didn’t shake my conviction.
Because I knew.
To the marrow of the marrow of my bones, I knew I was healed. God had touched my body in a way that science couldn’t explain.
Here’s something I wasn’t prepared for: being healed brought its own battle.
I thought the diagnosis would be the hardest part. But it wasn’t. It was what came after that knocked the wind out of me.
People’s fear. Their disbelief. The pressure to “follow the protocol” even though there was nothing left to treat. The awkward conversations. The questions I didn’t ask for.
But I had peace that surpassed all of it.
I made the decision to decline the experimental treatments that had been planned before my healing was confirmed. There was no cancer found in my body—so why treat something that wasn’t there?
Instead, I turned toward a different path: holistic health and root cause healing.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned—and now teach—is this:
There is always a why.
Cancer doesn’t just show up for no reason.
Neither does chronic illness, anxiety, fatigue, or any other dysfunction in our bodies.
Our bodies were created by God to heal, and when something grows that doesn’t belong, it’s a signal—not a sentence.
So I asked the hard questions:
That journey led me to Functional Nutritional Therapy and eventually to the passion I carry today: helping others get to the root so they can truly heal.
I still stand by that decision. And I still stand in that healing.
Not just free of cancer—but full of purpose.
Every client I serve, every podcast I record, every mom I encourage… it’s all an overflow of the miracle God worked in my body.
So today, I celebrate. Not just 18 years cancer-free—but 18 years of standing in faith, walking in obedience, and helping others believe for more than just managing symptoms.
If you're facing a diagnosis right now or carrying fear for a loved one’s health, I want you to know this:
There is always hope.
There is always a why.
And there is always a better way.
You are not helpless.
You are not broken.
And you are not without a Healer.
I recorded a podcast episode sharing the full story—raw, real, and faith-filled.
If you want to hear the details and the lessons God taught me through this journey, you can listen here:
🎧 https://youtu.be/hoZFLueOlZ8?si=RsYwBHdRbaD5C928
Thank you for celebrating with me. To God be the glory—forever and always.
With love and fierce hope,
Laurie 💛