Weeks of hideous pain struck me down.

Doctor gave me asprin to ease the pain.

Soon a blood test revealed the brutal force,

I had been inflicted with the worst,

Leukaemia.



Chemotherapy began the process off.

Powerful but destructive drugs infused into my blood.

The only way out, but hideous pain,

Cry out to God in the night.

He blesses His children with sleep



But little did I know that the real pain was coming.

What is known as a bone marrow transplant, was my only chance they said.

Chemotherapy was just a 1% chance.



But if I could find a donor with identicle stem cells,

I could have a 25 - 40% chance of cure, survival



78% of sufferers never find the donor.

But something intersting was there in my case.

God had given me my father's stem cells, perfect for the transplant.



God doesn't work by percentages.



We trusted God with all our heart, my dad had skin cancer.

Any remaining melanoma would surely have taken my life.

The immense suffering of a bone marrow transplant can not be put into words.

As I lay in my living nightmare

I cried out to God, Who is always there.



Two days had gone past the limit to produce the blood for me

To survive

Doctors with empty faces entered the room to share the devastating news.

I needed a second transplant or I would surely die.

We were told a 2nd transplant usually didn't work.

But was my only hope.



We needed a miracle from God.



We felt His power fill the room



Peace overcame fear

As we gave our control

To the Almighty



Astonishment, joy and disbelief was felt by family.

Medical staff and doctors were shocked with the realization.

That the original stem cells had began t