The water was as still as glass. She couldn’t tell where sky and land separated. But that wasn’t all. Standing in the pond up to its withers was a male moose with its head fully submerged. Lifting its head from the depths, antlers magnificent and streaming water and vegetation, the sheer size of the massive animal commanded respect. Its six foot antler span was jaw-dropping and the unique appearance of the humped back and prominent upper lip made it a curiosity. Kellie was so awestruck, her skin prickled with a sort of spiritual quickening, a moment she’d searched for all her life; Being one with the Earth, synchronized with nature. She looked at the solemn face of the woman before her and saw in her eyes a knowing camaraderie.
“Thank you,” Kellie whispered, “Thank you for showing me.”
Kellie watched as the woman walked off, fading into the distance as if she never was, her heart still beating quickly. She wondered if perhaps she was going crazy, seeing Indians all over the place. But this wasn’t scary. It felt sacred. Kellie felt as if she should get down on her knees and thank the powers that be for this experience. What did she do to deserve the knowledge imparted to her by the original people? Why was this happening to her? She walked to the spot where the woman stood and saw a plant she’d never seen before. The leaves were fern-like, and the multitudes of flowers looked like red slippers. It was stunning and Kellie knew in her heart this plant, along with the first one, would save her husband. Running to the car, she
grabbed her shovel and once back, carefully and reverently dug up the plant to bring home, taking care not to damage the roots. All the way home Kellie marveled at what was happening in her life. A miracle. A real life miracle. She couldn’t wait to get home and do some research on the plant.
Kellie found out the plant was called, ‘Cancer Bush’, or Sutherlandia frutescens. An amazing plant long known and used for its medicinal properties in Africa, its native home. That in itself was a miracle. She felt as if Mother Nature had chosen her for some unknown reason, blessing her. To prepare the remarkable plant, Kellie had to dry it and with a mortar and pestle, crush the leaves, stems, flowers and root to make a fragrant tea. She added honey for taste. For the following month, she gave the tea to John three times a day along with the fruit from the sour sop tree. By the end of the month, her husband was walking with her again, his energy levels almost back to normal. Their relationship thrived, the bond between them stronger than it had ever been. They learned to appreciate the land, every flower, leaf, tree and blade of grass.
They found that just about every plant had a use, either medicinally or as food. The house looked like an apothecary with stored roots and flowers in jars on just about every shelf and the day finally came when it was time to visit Dr. Shea again.
In the kitchen, they held hands and prayed.
“Lord God,” Kellie began, “We know that it is not Your plan for us that we suffer. In Mark 10:27, You said, “With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.” We thank You for Your words of healing, for sending an angel to guide me and to help heal John. I’m claiming his total healing, Lord God. We will have faith that when Dr. Shea looks at that x-ray, he will see absolutely nothing! He will proclaim a miracle! We claim this in Your holy name, Oh, Lord. Amen.”
Dr. Shea came into the exam room where Kellie and John were waiting anxiously. Blood drawn, x-rays taken, the moment of truth had come. They were surprised to see that Dr. Shea wasn’t alone. As a matter a fact, two other doctors accompanied him, one studying John’s x-rays with a puzzled expression.
“John,” Dr. Shea began, “I want to introduce my two colleagues, Dr. Cornell Kaufman; Chief Gastrointestinal specialist from Baystate Medical Center in Springfield and Dr. Katina Faust; from Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center out of NYC.”
Shaking hands with both doctors, John was overwhelmed with excitement and dread. This sounded like a big deal.
“Mr. McBride, Dr. Shea has been consulting with us about some very interesting and unusual treatments your wife has been performing. According to him, these treatments were provided to her by ‘visions’ of a native American woman. Is this true?”
“Yes, Dr., as unbelievable as it may sound, it’s the absolute truth,” John confirmed, “As a matter of fact, I feel no ill effects from these treatments and my body feels one hundred percent better.”
“John,” Dr. Shea said, “Your x-rays are totally clear and your white blood cells are normal. It’s like you never had pancreatic cancer at all!”
John and Kellie looked at one another joyously.
“As you know,” Dr. Faust added, “Pancreatic cancer is one of the most aggressive and hard to beat cancers out there, Mr. McBride, especially at the stage you’re at. Stage three is virtually impossible to overcome, yet, not only are your tests unbelievable, we can’t find any evidence that you’ve ever had to begin with! From the viewpoint of the medical community, this is truly a medical miracle.”
Kellie felt a joy fill her like none she’d ever known. Hugging her husband to her breast, she was not ashamed to give thanks to God for the mercy He showed. Crying with happiness, she raised her hand in reverence, yelling, “Thank you, Jesus!”
“Mr. and Mrs. McBride, can we have the exact formula you used to treat your husband?” Dr. Shea asked.
Kellie hesitated, a vision quickly flashing through her head of people on waiting lists. Dying people, suffering from the last stages of cancer. Another vision showed her flowers and trees being grown in great fields being sown by young children with armed guards around the perimeter. The vision changed to money being exchanged and men in high places getting fat and bloated as they prospered on the pain and deaths of multitudes.
“For the time being, Doctor,” she answered, “I think I’m going to sit on that awhile, if it’s all the same to you.”
“But Mrs. McBride!” Dr. Faust argued, “Just think of all the people it would help!”
“Yes,” she answered, looking him directly in the eyes, “I am.”
The way home took them down past the Taconic Parkway, a scenic forest drive down a road thick with trees and wilderness on either side. The setting sun streaked blazing trails of orange, violet and pinks across the sky, rivaling any artist’s canvas. Slowing down to a stop to let a doe and her fawn across the road, Kellie saw movement in the trees. She peered closer, spotting that familiar brown leather of the Native American woman’s dress and leggings as she walked arm and arm with a tall, handsome man Kellie knew was her husband. Alive and well. The woman looked over her shoulder at Kellie, smiling softly, fading into the calm shadows of the forest. Sighing happily, Kellie leaned back in the seat. closing her eyes. What a wonderful life God had given her.
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