A {miraculous} End in Sight

When I was a junior in High School my chemo therapy treatments were every three months! This was heaven to me, my hair was growing back and I felt like I could breath inbetween treatments.
Saldy though, my scores were not improving. maybe they were up a niche, maybe, but the doctor was dumbfounded. He would walk into every chemo with the new blood scores in his hand with his shoulders slumps and the superfacial smile. He would talk with my mom about the scores and I would fall asleep.
I felt so silly falling asleep, but it was my bodies natural reaction to walking into Primary Childrens Hospital. My body just shut down into hibernation mode.

Sometime before my Junior year my dad received a new calling, he was a stake executive secretary {page 9} . Our stake president at the time was Brent H. Neilson, who spoke Sunday Afternoon in Conference. To see him or re-watch the talk go HERE, or HERE.
When Stake Conference would come around we felt so special. We often had a spot saved for us on the cushie chairs up front, the area authority or general authority from the church would come and eat dinner on Sunday with the families in the Stake Presidency and executive Secs. It was pretty neat to be able to meet these guys, or just be in their presence.
One stake conference it was our family's turn to host dinner after the Sunday session. The Authority that came was Bishop Keith B. McMullin.

I met him, shook his hand and that was about all the interaction I had with him and the adults. Its about all I ever had at those types of things with adults....teenagers.
Toward the end, however, my mom came up and told me the following story:

Bishop McMullin came and took my hand and said, I have heard all about your daughters health and your trials.
I asked some thing like, HOW! how did he find out? I felt like the whole state of Idaho knows, why does he have to know, why one more person have to know about MY LUPUS. my mom said it was Marica, (President Nielsons wife) since he stayed with them through the duration of the conference.
President Hinckley and the first presidency goes to the temple every Thursday morning, I was wondering if I could take your name to the temple for them to pray for your and your daughter health. Would that be okay?

With tears in her eyes she OF COURSE accepted.

I thought about that all week after, especially Thursday. They are praying for ME.

Later, at my next Chemo treatment I went got all the blood work done, went to my room got all set up and IV's started all that Jazz and waited for the doctor to come in and tell us the news on my blood work, if I was getting better or worse. If I was still the same, some medical mystery.

This time however, He came skipping in, papers in his hand waving above his head eyes shinny and smile beaming. It was good news.

I was healed. {remember just months before I had not shown any improvment from the beginning}


I had one more chemotherapy treatment, and I have been in remission since then.

I think this is more a testimony of faith and of the priesthood. I don't know if in the end it was the Prophet praying in my behalf, or a combination of all things. All the Priesthood blessings I recieved, all the prayers from family and ward members, my faith-prayers and devotion. My understanding of Christ and His atonement coming to life to me through my own suffering. But the Lord found my faith sufficient enough, my heart softened enough to end my trial.

I didn't stop learning just because my physical pain had stopped. I still had to deal with many feelings of why me, and much praying and understanding the will of the Lord. Not that I understand it all today. Just pieces of why I may have been blessed with this trial.