Greetings, and God bless you all!
I just want to thank God for healing me. He took care of an issue that could have easily escalated into a medical nightmare for myself and my family.
It began with a routine visit to my orthodontist; once every few months she usually likes to take X-rays of my braces to see how the treatment is coming along, and this time, she called me back to take some more as soon as possible. At first, I didn't understand. I thought something had been wrong with the machine and the pictures hadn't turned out right. But I was wrong.
After I had the X-rays retaken, she came in and showed me the pictures of my mouth. In the center of my lower gum was a dark spot which she said she had noticed for months, but this time it just 'stood out to her.' I asked her what it was and she said she didn't know.
My dad, who had come with me, was quite worried when I went out and told him what had happened. She referred us to several oral surgeons, all who were supposed to be capable of figuring out what it was.
The first one we went to didn't seem to know what it was either (by the way, after we told the rest of the family, they began praying for me), but he mentioned the 'C' word (cancer) and wanted to do a biopsy on me right away--but only if he was paid a ridiculous amount of money up front. So we didn't go with him.
The next one seemed to have a bit more of a clue: he said that it was some kind of hole in the bone, but he STILL wanted to do a biopsy. To make an even longer story short, the day I was scheduled to have the biopsy, just before Thanksgiving, I was called in, sat in the chair, and then he told me that he wouldn't do it, as he hadn't looked at my X-Rays. So we rescheduled. Again, my family was praying for me, and me, being a little nervous about the biopsy, applied the prayer cloth that morning. A funny thing is, as I was getting ready that morning, something said to me 'if you don't want there to be a hole, then just speak it.' Little did I know what was to happen...
My dad and I arrived and we were both called in. I laid on the table...and he said HE WASN'T GOING TO DO THE BIOPSY! He said that it was just something completely normal for someone my age and gender. He told dad and I to book an appointment for next year in order to check up, but when I walked out of there, I told myself I would never go back there again. And sure enough, I got dad to cancel that appointment a few days later, because I'm healed! Thank God! May I never forget this as long as I live!