Pacific Revival Center

The following letter was written to a brother in Christ who is also battling cancer, I hope my testimony will be of encouragement to you as well.

With all our love in Christ, I greet you my dearest brother.  I hope you have not forgotten me, your fellow laborer in the gospel on Guam.  I am writing to let you know, that you are always in our thoughts and especially in our prayers.  We continue to ask the Lord for his mercies and loving kindness to continue to keep and strengthen you daily.  God has, and is and will always be our healer.  It is upon this very matter I wish to share my heart with you.

My brother, I know this has been the most difficult time for you and your family, so please forgive the length of this letter.  

I hope my testimony will be of encouragement to you as you battle cancer.  Only a fellow cancer patient would know exactly what it feels like to endure this disease.  In 2006 I too was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.  GIST to be exact.  In fact, I was also consequently diagnosed with liver cancer as well.  Doctors on Guam did a CT scan and found 3 tumors in my liver.  I was 42 at the time and overwhelmed by the prospect of leaving my earthly life so soon.  The fear, anxiety, the whole range of emotions of having such a dire diagnosis was devastating.  I also regretted of not seeing my grand children, not walking my youngest daughter down the isle for her wedding was at times overwhelming.  And of course, the self evaluation of my walk with God and my ministry... had I done enough?  Would God be well pleased with my mediocre efforts and offerings of labor? 

I was flown to California where 2 other hospitals ran ct scans, mri's and ultrasounds of their own with more devastating results.  In fact I not only had 3 tumors in my liver but 5.  In addition, they discovered a rare type of tumor in my small intestine region called GIST.  I had a team of doctors working with me, a hepatologist (liver), gastroenterologist (stomach), anesthesiologist, surgeon and oncologist.  What I failed to grasp was there was a 6th physician on the team, intangible to my human senses. Of course I am speaking of our precious master, Jesus.

The team had decided the best course of action: removed my GIST cancer, remove and re-section 8 inches of my small intestines, then during surgery, pull my liver out and conduct a triple phase ct scan to determine which part of my liver had the largest tumors and to remove it order to "lengthen my life span" and give me a little more time.  Needless to say, I was terrified.

Prior to my surgery, I did what every cancer patient did,I worried, I prayed, I worried some more, I prayed some more, I had a battery of tests done on me to the point of frustration.  God was in control and I was not.  This was a dilemma for me.

I had attended the centennial celebration of the Azusa street revival in LA days prior to my surgery.  In fact, Bro Haney and Bro Bernard were both the day time speakers.  At the end of the morning session, a special healing service was conducted and of course, for the umpteenth, I went forward to be prayed for as I had done so many times before.  Asking God for mercy and my healing.  Brother Bruce Howell was in attendance that day and went about praying for everyone.  As he approached me, he asked what my need was and I told him I had cancer in my small intestines and liver.  He made a statement of faith and told me he had prayed for a woman the week before who had cancer and was healed!  How I hoped that God would be so kind.

During and after the prayer I felt the presence of the Holy Ghost of course, but not any different in a physical sense than I had previous to that moment.  I prepared for my surgery the following day or 2 later.  My life was in God's hands and I always knew and preached this, but this time I literally was.  Deep down in my heart, I had come to a good place and had come to peace with the fact that I had only two alternatives left: God was going to heal me, or I was going home to be with my Lord.  I honestly had begun to look forward to going home.  I was tired of being sick, tired of worrying, tired of being tired.

My surgery was very early in the morning and my team of doctors were all prepped to "save my life".  What they did not realize at the time was this was my second surgery of the week.  They completed the removal of my GIST tumor and re-sectioned 8 inches of my small intestines.  Then the miracle took place.  As the surgeon conducted the second part of my surgery, he had taken my liver out to conduct a triple phase ct scan only to discover there were no tumors at all!!!  Praise God!  He then sutured me and sent me to recovery and then my room.  

Subsequently, minutes after my surgery, my surgeon was conferring with my hepatologist and advised him that he found no liver cancer.  The hepatologist was livid and believed that a grave mistake had been made.  There were 3 confirmed ct scans from Guam and California verifying the tumors.  He ordered me back to radiology and demanded the best radiologist in the hospital to conduct another ct scan to prove the surgeon wrong!  I was wheeled back to radiology moments after my surgery.  I could see my hepatologist conferring with the radiologist and 30 minutes later with a look of bewilderment and confusion came to my side and said " I don't know what just happened but apparently all the tumors are gone!"  Hallelujah!

This medical miracle was confirmed by my oncologist who a few days later reviewed my before and after ct scans to show me where the tumors "used to be".  My surgeon a few days later declared me "medically cured".  The truth is, the master physician, our Lord Jesus Christ saw fit to heal me of my disease.  He loving and tenderly conducted his own surgery prior so deftly that I had not felt it physically.

A few weeks later I was back on Guam and having lunch at a local restaurant.  I ran into my referring physician who was absolutely shocked to see me much less walking around.  He asked: "What are you doing here?"  I told him I was back and that all was well.  He demanded I visit his office that very afternoon with all of my medical records in tow.  As I sat in his office while he was reviewing all my documentation, he simply nodded at the medical team's prognosis, observations, treatment and final disposition.  He looked at me and said "in all my years of medical practice, this is the first medically verified miracle he had ever witnessed!"  He then asked me to pray with him and we both rejoiced in the Lord!

I have been cancer free for close to 5 years now, a testament to the healing and keeping power of our Lord Jesus Christ!  My brother, I hope that my testimony will give you some encouragement.  It is never too late for the Lord to heal you and God is truly in control.   

My brother, stay encouraged.  I know that is easier said then done.  But God is not through yet.   And yes, God is able!  Be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might!  

Rev. Ron de Guzman,

Former cancer patient.