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There once was a man.

He was a large and muscular man; a Christian man who loved his wife and his family.

His five children included a Bible School student who is a missionary to South America, another in Bible school, and three others from four to seven years old at home. This man's wife was not from the United States, but had overcome the handicap of not speaking English to graduate from College. She loved her husband so much that she told him everyday that she got butterflies in her stomach every time she spoke to him on the phone.

One day this gentleman had to go to the doctor, for there was something in his throat that prevented him from swallowing properly. He was spitting up blood from time to time. The findings were not good. He was told, with his wife at his side, that it was a tumor in his throat. It was seven centimeters in diameter and had spread into his upper and lower jaw, his tongue, and into his lymphatic system. The doctor then continued to tell them that the cancer was called Squamous Cell Carcinoma and it was in late stage four.

In a normal situation, the life expectancy would be about eight months. They recommended chemotherapy and he would require radiation in order shrink the tumor in his throat in order to swallow and breathe properly. He told the doctor that he refused chemotherapy, but knew that he had to have the radiation. This gentleman, who was used to being strong, cried like a baby that day, but his wife, dedicated to this man, stayed strong and encouraged him, letting him know that God was a healing God. No matter what the doctors said, she said she had faith enough for the both of them.

The time came where the man, as a result of the radiation treatments, was put into and out of the hospital for dehydration. This man, normally 250lbs, was reduced to a 140 pound skeleton. He was being fed through a stomach tube only liquid Ensure and crushed up medication. His pain was so great from the scabs in his throat and mouth that the air he breathed was like salt in an open wound. When he coughed, he would spit up blood for fifteen minutes at a time and could not cry because it was too painful.

His wife was next to him all of the time, many times night after night with little or no sleep, even though she had to go to work the next day. She would come home and then gave him his medication and took care of all of the children; all with no complaints.

Social Security was supposed to be helping the couple, but the paperwork was caught up. For over a year, God provided a miracle. They survived, getting by on only her salary, most of which went to the hospital and insurance payments.

He was now too weak to speak or walk on his own, and looked like he had leprosy from the radiation burns. He could reach up on his face and literally pull off loose burned skin from his neck and face. Anyone near him could smell the burnt flesh. The wife had the children anoint and pray for the father and husband nightly with the laying on of hands constantly letting him know everything would be all right, to keep his eyes off of the circumstances.

The pain was so bad that the doctors had him on a regime of Oxycontin, Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, Percocet, and Morphine which the wife would give to him through his stomach tube after crushing it up in a mortar and pestle and mixing it with ensure. The doctors figured that he was not going to live long anyway, so it was okay to get rid of his pain.

She would so gently put Vaseline on the top and sides of his mouth so that the air he breathed would not hurt the opened sores in his mouth. Stopping in during her work day, she made certain her husband whom she loved so much got his food and medication. If he needed a shower, she would pick him up, carry him to the shower, set him in the chair and make certain he got one. She would then gently carry him to bed, give him a kiss, and tell him to keep his eyes off of the circumstances. Her next task was to then go check on her husband's 83 year old father who she was helping care for. He lived with them also. She would then go back to work.

She would also take off work for every one of his doctor appointments, come home for him, drive him to the hospital, pick him up and place him in the wheel chair (for he was too weak to lift his arms), and wheel him into the radiation room. There, they would put his mask on and buckle it to the table. With every sound of the machine, he would feel the flesh burn more. Tears would come to his eyes. Though he could not speak, his eyes told a story of his feeling like he was in a medieval torture chamber. She never let him give up hope. She constantly told him that God had a destiny for his life and it was not over.

There were a few times that she would make him get out with her to the grocery store. As she put him in the wheel chair and wheeled him around the store, the looks of the people were apparent. They saw a dead man who looked like a skeleton with leprosy. She would smile at them, and reach down and give him a kiss and tell him how beautiful he was in a soft loving voice.

During this time of what seemed to be tragedy, all un-forgiveness surfaced and was forgiven; broken relationships were mended. Even though the cancer had miraculously disappeared after only four days, the doctor insisted that it may still be there on a cellular level because he had never seen anything just disappear like that so fast.

Since then, The 700 Club has sent for this gentleman's medical records to document the healing power of almighty God.

But this is not where the story ends. Over the next year and a half, this gentleman got back to stretching what had been lactic-acid filled muscles, or cardboard, and began to slowly start eating pudding followed by regular food. He began to talk again but had to go into the hyperbaric chamber (diving chamber) to get the blood flow restored into his back jaw (the radiation killed all of the vessels and blood flow to the back teeth causing rapid destruction). He had to undergo a series of 24 hyperbaric chamber dives.

At the first dive, he was still too weak and fainted, but came back the second day. On the 22nd dive, the doctor, who was not a dive doctor and only had a few hours training in hyperbaric medicine, brought this gentleman up too fast causing paralysis to his right side. Instead of following protocol and re-diving the patient for ten hours, the doctor panicked and called an ambulance. After three days, the paralysis was deemed permanent by the doctors.

It seemed to him like 'here we go again', but his wife again said to him, "Do you think that God would bring you back to life only to have you paralyzed on your right side?"

She insisted that he begin to work out. He got a response from his right side! Even though there were tremors on his right side, and still are from time to time (and sometimes spasmodic episodes), he has now fully recovered after two years. In fact he gained a little too much weight and had to lose thirty pounds! Now at 200lbs on the dot, and let us say a small bit over 45 years of age, he is in the best Spiritual and Physical shape of his life.

This is my story and a tribute to God's love within my wife. I am now fully recovered and give all of the Glory to God.

In truth, I, Dr. Neal Schiesske, want to dedicate this story to my God given gift, and to my wonderful Puerto Rican wife Rosa, for the years of dedication, work and never giving up on God for me, her husband.

Dr. Neal Schiesske, Founder, Koreja Do Christian Martial Arts
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