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Scott with Benny Warrnambool, Australia

My Mother died of cancer in 1994. It was a difficult and very sad time for me and the family. She was a Spirit filled Christian and we had prayed fervently, however she had passed away and gone to be with the Lord. These things impact on your thinking.

In 1990 the Lord had filled me with the Holy Spirit speaking in tongues. The Lord has blessed me since in all sorts of ways, but the biggest part of my testimony is the healing I received from brain cancer.

The biggest part of my testimony is the healing I recieved from brain cancer

In 1995 at age 23 I suffered from a series of severe headaches for a period of about 2 weeks, and also had mild seizures. The seizures would be as though I was daydreaming, and just for 1-2 seconds I would lose track of time.

I was diagnosed with a tumour on the cerebellum

One Saturday night the pain from the headaches was so intense I was rushed to hospital. On the Monday I had a cat scan and was diagnosed with a tumour on the cerebellum the size of an egg yolk, and rushed to Royal Melbourne Hospital. Further tests indicated that after surgery I would be paralysed down my left-hand side with the expectation that after extensive physiotherapy, I would be able to walk again, but always with an aide.

I was very upset as the memories of my mother

dying of cancer were fresh

My father was with me at the time at the time of my diagnosis and was very upset as the memories of my mother dying of cancer were fresh in our minds. I looked the surgeon in the face and said 'I don't care what you say, God's going to heal me and I'm going to be one of those blokes you read about in your journals'. From his startled look I don't think he got comments like this very often.

I told the surgeon “God’s going to heal me”

The operation went for roughly 9 hrs. Twelve hours later when the Doctor and Surgeon saw me I was helped out of bed and began walking like nothing had happened. To say they were amazed is to put it mildly. News from the surgeon came back however, that I had a gbm (glioblastoma multiforme) tumour and given its stage, I had 3 months to live, or 1 year at best. Aggressive radiation therapy was suggested as a means to slow the regrowth of the tumour, but it was not expected to cure the cancer.

After being discharged from the Royal Melbourne Hospital, I went to the Peter MacCallum Cancer Centre and two-three weeks later started the radiation treatment. It was of a high dosage due to the aggressive nature of the cancer and made me extremely ill within a few hours of my first treatment.

High dosage radiation treatment made me extremely ill

I stayed with friends in a motel not far from the hospital. I would walk up to the Hospital, have treatment, come back, be sick and try to sleep. The routine of the radiation therapy, and the extreme nausea was difficult. The medical profession were telling me that they held no hope of my cancer being cured. So I stopped the treatment. This was not an easy decision but I firmly decided that the Lord would heal once I fully trusted in him.

The medical profession told me they held no hope of cure

so I stopped the treatment

Even though I was fully trusting in the Lord, I was riding a terrible emotional roller coaster. I worried about the fact that my Mum had died of cancer. It was a time of deep anguish, confusion and terror. It was also a time of deep growth in the Lord as I trusted Him to do a marvellous work and to bring about a miraculous outcome that the medical profession said wouldn’t happen.

Once I got back home I couldn't eat anything. Just the thought of food would make me vomit. I also had the constant taste of burnt meat in the back of my throat. I lived on juiced oranges, lemons and grapes for four months (I lived at the time in a fruit growing area) and a cup of steamed brown rice. I ate this because I couldn't stomach anything else and I felt it was what my body needed. I have been told by Doctors since then that this was perhaps the best thing I could have done.

It was a time of deep growth as I trusted the Lord

to bring about a miraculous outcome

Anyway, roughly eight months later I had recovered to the point that I could return to my work as a welder. It was a shock to realise what the operation and radiation treatment had really done to me: I had a bad memory, got tired quickly, and had shaking hands when welding. I also got confused easily which made everything worse.

By God’s grace, a year to the day after my operation my then girlfriend and I got married and returned to Warrnambool where I had grown up. To say life has been a journey is putting it mildly. I have tried a few jobs and always felt I could do more, but my abilities were diminished by my sickness and the radiation treatment. Of course, for a person who was as good as dead from an aggressive brain tumour I was shaping up quite well.

for a person who was as good as dead from an aggressive brain tumour

I was shaping up quite well.

2010: Update.

It is fifteen years since my sickness and miraculous healing. I have completed a degree in Social Work with distinctions and work in the welfare field. Cognitively I have slowly regained back any deficit that resulted from the radiation treatment. Although my walk to regain my former health has been slow, the Lord has continually helped me in all areas. I regard the fact that I am alive and well as a wonderful miracle.

God has not only healed my body and mind, but has cured me from brain cancer when the medical world gave me no hope. And although I still have days in which the residual effects of the treatment impact upon me, these are few and far between. I thank the Lord for his love comfort and his blessings. And the promises we can hold onto, knowing that whatever comes we can trust in Him.

God has not only healed my body and mind, but has cured me from brain cancer

when the medical world gave me no hope