I’d been bleeding from my back passage for three years. I hadn’t told my husband. Hadn’t told anyone. Just hoped it’d go away. I wouldn’t even think the word cancer. I know God heals. Brendan and I have been committed believers for over thirty years. Brendan is a full time prophet and author. I am an intercessor with a gift of healing. We have fourteen children. Brendan has ministered in over sixty nations. I have often accompanied him. Our Christian journey has been one of agony and ecstasy, the agony of dying to self and the ecstasy of being Christ’s friends and hearing his voice.

Our children all excelled at school. All won places in grammar schools and have gone to the best universities – Oxford, Cambridge, LSE London, Liverpool, Aberdeen, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Dundee, Trinity, Queens and the University of Ulster. I loved it when they were young and in bed early, prayers said, teeth brushed and lights out. But now I was feeling neglected and battle weary. Satan was attacking and winning on many fronts. I was maintaining our home and praying for our family but it felt like an endless and thankless task. It seemed my family were doing their own thing and I was left behind. My bleeding started around this time.

On Easter Monday 2010 I finally told Brendan. Thinks moved quickly after that. It was discovered I had a 4th degree colon cancer as big as an orange. The doctor recommended five weeks of chemotherapy & radiotherapy and later an operation to remove the cancer. He’d then create an opening in my side and I’d have to wear a bag in order to collect my body waste. Hopefully this would be reversible.

Now all my family knew I’d cancer. They were anxious to know whether it’d spread or not. Everyone wondered what the future held. Would God heal me? Would I live to celebrate my 60th birthday and my 40th wedding anniversary? Live to see my children graduate from university? Live to see my children’s children? See all my beautiful girls married? Hold their lovely babies in my arms?

In Northern Ireland we have physically and verbally murdered one another for over 800 years. Here Catholics and Protestants so easily consign one another to hell. Brendan and I, born Catholics and born again Catholics, have ministered in the midst of Catholics and Protestants for over thirty years. Brendan says we are called to the whole church and the whole world. Although I knew we should love one another so that everyone will know we are Jesus’ disciples I wasn’t finding it easy. In fact I was at loggerheads with many people. I’d often complain Brendan didn’t love or understand me, my children didn’t love or understand me, other Christians didn’t love or understand me. I was keeping many believers at arms length. Yet in my day of trouble God used all kinds of believers to love and heal me. God treated me to a practical outworking of the body of Christ.

Romans 16:20 says if we walk in unity and love then God will soon crush Satan beneath our feet. The moment I stopped hiding my bleeding from Brendan there was an immediate shift in the pressure. Some great weight lifted. A stone rolled away. As if God kicked in and the body of Christ was freed up to work. And work it did! Catholics and Protestants. Irish and English. Christians I’d previously quarrelled with were moved to help me. God used the body of Christ to heal me. After Brendan told our family some log-jam moved and love flowed freely. Brendan and our children prayed for me. Within a week my bleeding ceased never to return again.

God spoke to us through dreams and visions and supernatural happenings. Brendan had nine dreams, I had five, four of our children each had one and other believers had three dreams. Many people had visions. Prophets came to our home. Three of our children each fasted for twenty-one days. Other believers fasted for smaller periods of time. God used parables, scriptures and prophecy. An English prophetess, Shirley Bowers, came and repented of all the evil the English dictator Oliver Cromwell inflicted upon the Irish. Shirley said Cromwell’s hatred of Catholics was like a cancer spreading across our land. We live in a large home formerly occupied by Cromwell’s niece.

I was also delivered from two demons, a generational spirit of rebellion and a spirit of bitterness. After I was delivered I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was healed. So I stopped all treatment but restated it again after Brendan said he wanted me to continue with it. Apart from one day I suffered no ill affects whatsoever from my cancer treatment. In the end I didn’t need an operation. A colonoscopy confirmed the cancer had disappeared and my colon was now as pink and as healthy a baby’s skin. At that point Brendan and I were now in agreement. I’d shown myself to the priest and I was healed. Nothing further was needed.

Brendan and I have written a book about my healing called Staying Alive. It contains over one hundred supernatural happenings and events that occurred during my healing. It has also been translated into Slovakian by the very capable Branislav Skripek. It’s just over a hundred pages long, called …a stále živá! I hope you get a chance to read it in order to see just how much God loves each and everyone of us and how much he desires to heal us. He really does care for us.

Read a free chapter here.