Christian Healing Testimony: How God Saved My Life Through Two Surgeries
I truly believe that God was in control of every moment during my remarkable journey—from the accident that almost cost me my life to the surgeries that have forever changed me.
A Cold Night on Cape Cod
It began on a cold mid-November night on Cape Cod. My wife Sue and I were preparing for a long drive to Michigan and flight to Utah to celebrate the holidays and welcome a new grandson. After dinner with friends, I hit a curb, flattening a tire. It was 10 p.m., we were deserted and it was dark.
AAA had no nearby providers and no repair shops were open. Then a young man appeared—our first “angel.” Though it took 30 minutes to fit the spare, he refused the $100 I offered. “God will reward me. Just pay it forward,” he said. I thanked the Lord.
A Fall That Changed Everything
The next morning, while repacking the car, I stumbled into a cooler and hit my head hard. I felt fine and, after buying new tires, we drove 750 miles to Detroit.
For seven weeks of family visits in Michigan and Utah, I had no symptoms that suggested hidden danger.
First Symptoms and the “Two Graces”
On January 2nd, I noticed a slight limp in my right leg while hosting guests. A doctor saw no signs of concussion but suggested an MRI. Since the symptoms were mild, we agreed to wait until returning home at the end of January.
But two “angels” named Grace—one a physician’s assistant and one a nurse—insisted I get checked immediately. On January 4th, I went to the ER for a CT scan, expecting reassurance. Instead, doctors showed me the shocking truth: my left brain was filled with blood.
I was admitted immediately and underwent surgery on January 5th—the very day I was supposed to fly to Detroit. Had I taken that flight, I might not be here today. I remain eternally grateful to the two Graces.
Facing a Second, More Serious Surgery
That first surgery was only the beginning. Two months later, doctors urged a more invasive craniotomy. At a February meeting, Sue, my daughter Dena, and I learned the risks of waiting were too great.
The plan was to bore a hole in my skull, insert a suction device, and drain thick blood resembling “dirty motor oil.” Recovery would be long and painful, with no guarantee of full recovery. Still, we scheduled surgery for March 5th at Elliott Hospital in Manchester, New Hampshire.
Every morning until then, Sue, Dena, and I prayed together. Hundreds of others also prayed. During one pre-op appointment, a doctor promised to pray for me personally. When was the last time a doctor promised that? His commitment gave me strength.
A Vision of “Queen City”
One night, consumed by anxiety, I prayed for relief. Suddenly, with my eyes closed but fully awake, I had a vision. I saw a high-definition map in vivid color. As it scanned across my closed eyes the words, “Queen City” appeared in bold-faced font.
Sue and I didn’t know its meaning, but Dena explained that it was a message from God and explained Manchester (the location of my surgery), is often called “Queen City.” That vision calmed my fears and assured me God would be with me in the upcoming surgery.
Miraculous Surgery and Pain-Free Recovery
On March 5th, I checked in for surgery at 7:00 a.m. Although doctors predicted a 60- to 90-minute surgery, it lasted only 30 minutes. A large volume of blood was removed with surprising ease. God was clearly at work.
In the ICU, nurses asked hourly about pain levels. To my amazement, my answer was always “0.” At first, I thought anesthesia or oxycodone explained it, but I learned I’d received only Tylenol after the anesthetic wore off.
For over 2 days in the ICU, I was virtually pain-free—an almost unheard-of outcome. I was even discharged directly from the ICU, a rarity that underscored the miracle.
Sharing My Testimony from the ICU
I joked with staff about my “vacation” at the “Elliott Resort and Spa in the Presidential Suite.” My recovery was so remarkable that three members of the ICU staff came into my hospital room to hear my story.
I shared how God had once relieved my debilitating migraines, a testimony recounted in my first book, God Revealed. Two nurses listening began to cry. They too suffered migraines and said they would buy my book. Only God could have orchestrated that encounter.
Eight Signs of Divine Intervention
Looking back, I see God’s hand everywhere:
The young man who fixed our tire, insisting we “pay it forward.”
The two Graces who urged me to get a CT scan.
God’s timing that kept me off a potentially fatal January 5th flight.
The finalizing of my estate plans—completed just before surgery.
A doctor’s personal promise to pray for me.
The “Queen City” vision that gave me peace.
The opportunity to share my testimony with ICU staff.
A permanent lifestyle change—a deeper devotion to God, family, and my calling.
Every prayer was answered. The absence of pain, the vision, the timely interventions, and the chance to minister to others all reflect God’s infinite wisdom and perfect timing.
