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.

I Was Healed by Jesus

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. ...