Monday, October 24, 2011

The Way Out is Through

“Vincent, remember I told you what happened in the hospital after I got sick and puked all over myself trying to get to the bathroom?”
“Yes I remember you said that but …”
“Can you do what you did in the hospital?” Layla looked at Isaac.
Isaac smiled at Layla. She bent down so he could kiss her forehead.
“Thank you,” she said, standing up. She smiled at Vincent.
“Why are you….”
“Isaac just healed me.”
“What? What are you talking about.”
“Honey, I can’t explain it, and I know it doesn’t make sense, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have the cancer anymore.”
“Woman, have you lost your mind?”
Layla grabbed Vincent’s hand and placed it on the bottom of the left side of her left breast. “Do you feel anything.?”
“Let’s go to the hospital, right now. I have something to show you.”
When they went to the hospital, her doctor was just about to leave for the day and Layla begged him to do another mammogram. He was reluctant to do so, but he remembered that Layla Morrison was the woman who was rumored to have been miraculously cured of a brain tumor that was inoperable and, if she was insisting that she was healed again, then maybe, in her case, it was true. At the very least, he wanted to see for himself, considering that he was the one who initially gave her the diagnosis of breast cancer. He was able to put a rush on the mammogram, biopsy, blood work and other lab reports and when he received them 5 days later, he was dumbfounded. The new reports didn’t show any abnormalities at all. He was literally dumbfounded.
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