In The Waiting: Resting in God’s Word in the Face of Dis-Ease
Saturday, January 26, 2008 at 07:03PM I want a peace beyond my understanding
I want to feel it fall like rain in the middle of my hurting.
I want to feel your arms as they surround me
And let me know that it's okay to be here in this place
Resting in the peace that only comes in the waiting.---From "In the Waiting" written by Greg Long and ministered by Vicki Yohe on her "I Just Want You" CD.
Friday, February 2, 2007, marked the beginning of the most difficult, nine-week, personal journey of my Christian walk. My very life depended upon how things played out.
That day a year ago, I had my annual gynecological exam. During the consultation, my doctor asked the typical questions about my health since my last visit. And I gave him the typical answers of a then 48-year old woman. He then asked how "everything else" was.
I told him about some digestive symptoms I’d had for several years: severe, episodic bouts of nausea and vomiting. They’d come out of the blue…months apart. Diet and lifestyle seemed to have no influence. I mentioned that my primary physician had run a series of tests 6 or 7 months prior, with no real conclusion. So we were taking a wait-and-see approach.
I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he curiously clicked away at his computer keyboard. He asked me whether the symptoms included flushing—hot flashes. I responded with a simple, polite "yes". But I facetiously thought, “Well, yeah! When you're in agonizing distress, hot flashes seem like a reasonable physiological response…plus, I’m peri-menopausal!"
He excused me to the exam room and said he would be in shortly. I waited on that table… in my gown… for what seemed like 40 minutes. I guess he was still on the computer.
After a normal exam, the doctor left the room saying that he’d be back to discuss his thoughts about the symptoms. He returned and said, “Now, this isn’t my area of expertise, but I think we’re on to something."
That something was Carcinoid Syndrome.
Now, I didn't like the sound of that:
"carcin"…the root of "carcinogen"
… a cause of cancer.
With little explanation as to what this syndrome was, he ordered a 24-hour urine test and referred me to a surgeon.
My head was spinning. I left the office struggling with feelings of isolation and bewilderment. Stunned and functioning on autopilot, I made my way to work, eager to finish off the week.
I ran an internet search on “Carcinoid Syndrome”. That’s the way I handle things. I like to be well-informed about my decisions. I wanted to know what the specifics were, in the natural. This way, I would know what I needed to command, in the spirit.
I didn’t read anything good: words like tumor… benign… malignant… oncology … cancer. The more I read, the more apprehensive I became. But I just wasn’t convinced that all of the symptoms I’d been having, matched this illness. Still, I felt uneasy.
For several days, I didn’t tell my husband specifically what the doctor said, nor what I had read. I needed to work through my feelings alone first…just me and the Lord. I had to build up my most holy faith.
On Super Bowl Sunday, I stayed home from church so that I could…well…collect for 24 hours. The next day, I dropped the specimen off at LabCorp.
Several days passed when the nurse called to give me the results: my serotonin levels where high, “which may indicate the presence of a carcinoid, a benign tumor”. The Dr.’s suspicions appeared to be confirmed.
After I hung up, a flood of emotion came over me. No tears, but deep concern. I had to look to the hills… to the Lord… for my help.
On February 13, at the request of the surgeon I hadn’t even seen yet, I had a CT of the chest and abdomen. The results were…”unremarkable”, normal. Thank God.
When I finally saw the surgeon on the 26th, the nurse came in to take my vitals. She looked down at my chart and asked, “Where is this…uh, carci…? I quickly answered, “no where.” She looked at me like I had sprouted antennae!
So to clarify, I followed up saying, “there’s been no diagnosis. It’s just a suspicion.”
This response wasn’t conjured up, ladies. It was in my spirit and it was true. The wrong answer would have been, “I don’t know.”
The surgeon arrived, introduced herself and said that I had an “interesting situation.” I nodded. She asked a few questions and examined me. She reiterated my normal CT scans and mentioned that carcinoids can be very difficult to find. If one was found, “we will have to remove it because it will only grow”.
I told her that I believed nothing would be found. She acknowledged my statement, but counseled that if one was there, it would be better to find and treat it. I agreed. She also mentioned that she wanted me to see a Gastroenterologist, a doctor who specializes in the digestive system.
The next day, I underwent an upper, middle and lower GI series, with those results coming back normal a few days later. I submitted to a set of four more blood tests and a repeat 24-hour urine test. Four of the five tests were normal. This time, the urine test showed my serotonin was at normal levels, but the serum (blood) test for the same hormone indicated a high elevation.
I had nearly two weeks to wait before I would see the Gastroenterologist. From time to time, I researched the web for more information, any glimmers natural hope. But that often left me feeling burdened.
Occasionally, I had thoughts of leaving my family too soon: my husband, my daughters, my precious grandsons, my sisters, my parents. Thoughts about my then 71-year old mother having to face this test were overwhelming. How would I make it through treatment if it came to that? What about money, weakness, hair loss?
But I knew that I couldn’t maintain my faith walk with fear lurking just under the surface. So I had to cast down those imaginations and concentrate on His promises. I focused on healing scriptures like:
Isaiah 53:5, “But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.”
And 1 Peter 2:24, “ who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed.
Each morning I looked in the mirror and fervently declared:
My body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. Nothing resides here that God didn’t put here.
Every cell, every organ, every system—cardiovascular, endocrine, reproductive, nervous, immune, respiratory, digestive—functions as it was ordained.
The morning of March 9, I saw the Gastroenterologist and had another diagnostic procedure that afternoon. The doctor introduced himself as he swiftly walked in. He asked me to describe my symptoms and reviewed my medical history and previous results. At one point, he asked my age. My Smart-Aleck answer was, “48 and counting.”
Then he asked if anyone had explained what a carcinoid was. I shook my head and answered, “…well, not fully” and added that I had been reading some online. He nodded and started explaining.
His words were a blur. All I remember hearing is “not” and “necessarily” and “CANCER”. I can’t recall what order the words came in or what other words were included.
He told me that he wanted me to have an endoscopic ultrasound and colonoscopy. …and an Octreotide scan—a type of nuclear imaging. This scan —taken over the course of three days—is used to conclusively diagnose cardinoid tumors and is more sensitive than any other type of scan. (I was thinking, “why didn’t somebody give me that FIRST so I wouldn’t have to go through so much?!)
Anyway, between that visit and the next procedures, I was back on the internet to learn more about this scan. I discovered and suggested a blood test that hadn’t been recommended yet. It was supposed to definitely show markers unique to carcinoid. So my surgeon ordered it. A rare test, it took an unusually long time for the results to come back. But when they did, they were normal. My faith was boosted!
So on the beautiful, sunny morning of April 3, I arrived for the nuclear injection which would “mark” any carcinoids that existed, making even the smallest one visible to the scanner. I had three hours to use up before the scan would begin, so I went shopping for a Resurrection Sunday outfit and treated myself to lunch.
When I got back, the technicians assisted me in getting into position. I lay on that narrow table as the scanner methodically rotated around my head, chest, torso and pelvis, for two hours… incredulous that I was really there. But I felt peaceful and trusted the finished work of Christ. I believed, beyond a shadow of doubt, that they would find nothing. I even took a nap.
For each of the next two days I returned for subsequent sessions, each lasting between one and two hours. On the third day, Deidra from the surgeon’s office, called. They had been able to view the preliminary results of the scan online. She told me that the surgeon said “this test that you are in the middle of, this Octreotide Scan, the Dr. says “IT lookS like a whole lotta nothing !” I said, “well hallelujah! That’s good news!” She reminded me that the results were preliminary, but they felt quite confident.
On Good Friday morning, I awakened in a wash of sweet peace and gratitude. I enjoyed a private time of deep, intimate worship, sobbing before the Lord as I listened to Vickie Yohe’s, “In the Waiting”.
Later that day, I received a call from my Gastroenterologist, with the final, official confirmation that the scan had indeed validated no presence of tumors!
I called my family to share what great things the Lord had done. They praised God with me. But were stunned (my daughters in particular) that I hadn’t told them. I didn’t want to burden them with something that was merely a suspicion. I also didn’t want to talk about it too much. I was watching my words.
And I didn’t want any other words “floating out there” that inadvertently, were not God’s. My oldest daughter reminded me that she is also my friend and that she wishes I hadn’t gone through this alone. They all said they could have believed with me. Lessoned learned.
The colonoscopy, two weeks later, gave further confirmation. In fact, my doctor said mine was the “best looking digestive framework”— or something like that— that he’d ever seen. Glory to God!
Seven Strategies to Achieve Victory in the Waiting
- Remember that the Victory is Already Won through Jesus Christ!
God’s wants us healed and gave His son that we might have life more abundantly.
Your job is to fight the good fight of faith until your victory is manifested in your situation. Stand, stand, and stand some more. - Focus on the Word, Not the Wait.
Proverbs 4:20-22 Says God’s words are life to those that find them
20 My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings. 21 Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart. 22 For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh. (KJV)
Now, the NIV: 20 My child, pay attention to what I say. Listen carefully to my words. 21 Don’t lose sight of them. Let them penetrate deep into your heart, 22 for they bring life to those who find them, and healing to their whole body.
Remember, a delayed answer is not a denied answer.
Old testament example: Daniel 10:12-13 says, 12 Then he said to me, Fear not, Daniel, for from the first day that you set your mind and heart to understand and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come as a consequence of [and in response to] your words. 13 But the prince of the kingdom of Persia withstood me for twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief [of the celestial] princes, came to help me, for I remained there with the kings of Persia. (Amplified) - Find, Read & Declare Out Loud Applicable Scriptures.
I relied heavily upon my favorite scripture: Jeremiah 29:11: For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. (KJV)
Now The Message Version: I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. - Watch Your Mouth!
You can have what you say---good or bad. Never, ever say anything contrary to God’s Word. Or you put yourself, your will in line with the will of our adversary, the devil.
Mark 11:23 says, For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says will be done, he will have whatever he says. - Watch Your Thoughts!
I Corinthians 10: 4 (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;) 5 Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; (KJV) - Take Care of Your Temple (Faith without works is dead.)
I Corinthians 6:19 Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? - Eat a balanced diet, high in fruits, vegetables, nuts and whole grains.
- Drink 64 ounces of water a day.
- Live a fasted life: just say no! You don’t have to eat it just because it is there.
- Be active: Exercise, take the stairs instead of the elevator. Park in the back of the parking lot and walk.
- Partner with your doctors by being your own advocate.
- Look the part.
- Share Your Testimony.
It glorifies God, gives hope to others, and according to Revelation 12:11, it overcomes Satan. “And they overcame him (Satan) by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony;”
This trial was a smokescreen, an action to confuse or conceal. It was introduced into my life as a diversionary tactic to distract me from God’s plan for me. If I had allowed my fearful imaginations to control my behavior, or my own words to oppose God’s, the outcome would have most certainly been different. I won’t know all that went on behind the scenes in the spirit realm until I see Jesus or He reveals it to me. But, God was Abba, my daddy, to me during that time and I am so thankful to Him.
While I still don’t have an explanation for the cyclical symptoms, I am trusting God that they will not continue and that I walk in divine health. And you can too.



