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Doctor witnesses miracle in the ER
By Robert Lesslie
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is Dr. Robert Lesslie’s own account of a medical miracle he personally witnessed. It is included in his book “Miracles in the ER.” Of course, this story has a happy ending. Sadly though, this compassionate and beloved South Carolina doctor, his wife, two grandchildren and an air conditioning repairman were killed by a gunman on April 7, 2021. So, this posting is a tribute to them all.
“Doc, I’m tellin’ ya, it was a miracle!” Fresh out of my residency, when one of my ER patients would tell me this, I’d shrug. Not that I didn’t believe in miracles. But in the ER, with all its chaos? Not likely. We were all about intervention, not intercession.
Today, after 30 years as an emergency room doctor, I know differently. I’ve seen healings that medical science can’t fully explain. Healings that can only be the work of a power beyond medical intervention. So many stories I’ve written several books. (His books are available on Amazon.)
Two techs rolled 14-year-old Ben Stevens into the ER’s trauma room with the results of the X-rays I’d ordered. A sprinter on his high school track team, he’d come in with a broken femur. He’d collapsed during a meet, running the 440. The way he’d explained it, the bone had snapped in two near the end of the race. He was healthy, strong. It didn’t make any sense.
One of the techs clipped an X-ray onto the view box. I felt the blood drain from my face. “What’s the matter, Dr. Lesslie?” Ben’s mother asked. I couldn’t respond. I just stared at the X-ray. The break was irregular, layered haphazardly, like onion rings.
“Where the femur is broken it looks like bone cancer,” I finally managed to get out. “And I’m afraid it’s already fairly advanced.”
I went with the family to an orthopedic surgeon who confirmed the diagnosis. Ben’s leg would have to be amputated. Then there’d be chemo and radiation. Even with intensive treatment, his chances weren’t that great. Ben’s mother looked at the surgeon and then at me, all the while gently patting her boy’s shoulder. “He’s in the Lord’s hands,” she said, with a serene confidence that took me aback.
After the surgery I learned that the cancer had spread to Ben’s lungs, three aggressive tumors. He had only months to live.
Three months later his parents brought him back to the ER. He had a fever, chills, aches and a persistent cough. He looked terrible.
“We tried the chemo,” his mother told me. “He got so sick they stopped it after the second treatment. They haven’t decided what to do next.”
I turned my attention to Ben. I was concerned that he had pneumonia and that the tumors in his lungs had spread. “We’ll need to get a chest X-ray,” I said. “I want to be sure he doesn’t have any infection in there. And since it’s January, I’m going to get a flu test. We’re seeing a lot of it now, and that might be a possibility.”
Ben’s father looked despairingly at me, then turned away. No one said another word. I called for a nurse and told her what we needed.
About 20 minutes later, the nurse and an X-ray technician brought Ben back to the ER. I had them put him in Exam Room 4 with his parents while I looked at his X-rays in another room. This time I wanted to be able to compose myself first.
“Doc, the boy in four is positive for the flu. Type A,” the nurse said, reading off a lab slip. That would explain the fever, aches and cough. After all, even though he had metastatic bone cancer, he could still get the same things everyone else did. In fact, it was more likely. I flipped on the bright light on the view box.
I had to force myself to look. His lungs. They were completely clear. No pneumonia. And no cancer! His tumors were gone! He just had the run-of-the-mill flu.
I ran over to Room 4 and told Ben and his parents the news. Ben nodded calmly. His father gaped at me. His mother gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth and tears flowed down her cheeks.
Just as she’d said, Ben had truly been in God’s hands.
Miracle documented by Stanford University
In February 2014, Lindsey Ingram was dying from Kaposiform Lymphangiomatosis which is a very rare and incurable condition. Most patients die within three years.
“Honestly, I've been doing hematology for thirty years. I've never used the word miracle, but I think this was it,” says Dr. Caroline Berube who is a specialist at Stanford University’s Advanced Medicine and Cancer Center.
(R) Dr. Caroline Berube with Lindsey Ingram
A link to an entire account of Lindsey’s healing is at the bottom of this posting, but here are a few before and after photos to show her miraculous transformation. – The editor
Here is the link to the Stanford Medicine article about Lindsey Ingram’s miracle:
Trouble believing in miracles? Consider this one
If you have trouble believing in miracles, this one might make you wonder if some of them could be real. When it happened, it was written about in most major U.S. newspapers. The following article is from the March 9, 2015 edition of The Washington Post. – The editor
A toddler has improved to critical but stable condition after she was trapped upside down for more than 14 hours in a vehicle that plunged into a Utah river, according to police.
Authorities said that the 18-month-old girl’s mother — who was the driver of the vehicle and was identified as 25-year-old Lynn Jennifer Groesbeck — was killed in the accident, which took place about 10:30 p.m. Friday. . .
Authorities think Lily Groesbeck, who was strapped into her car seat throughout the ordeal, was able to survive temperatures in the upper 20s because of the way the vehicle landed in the Spanish Fork River.
“It’s miraculous that the child was able to survive,” Spanish Fork Police Lt. Matt Johnson told The Post. “EMS stated that due to the way the car flipped into the river, the rear portion of the vehicle was far enough out of the water that the child was able to remain dry.” Johnson said that water also was able to flow through the vehicle instead of sweeping it away.
When a fisherman discovered the vehicle at about 12:30 p.m. Saturday, the car was resting upside-down in the water, police said. Authorities responding to a report of an abandoned vehicle were shocked to discover the toddler strapped into her car seat, police said. The water was so cold that seven emergency responders were treated for hypothermia after they entered the water to perform the rescue, according to Fox affiliate KSTU.
In a mysterious twist, four of the rescuers involved told the Deseret News the next day that they recalled hearing a voice calling for help as they neared the car. However, when they flipped the vehicle, which had been resting on its hood, they discovered that nobody inside was capable of speaking.
“We were down on the car and a distinct voice says, ‘Help me, help me,’” officer Bryan Dewitt recalled. “It wasn’t just something that was just in our heads. . . To me it was plain as day cause I remember hearing a voice,” officer Tyler Beddoes said. . .
“How do you explain that? I don’t know,” he said, adding that the voice didn’t sound like a child. . . After prying open a door, rescuers unhooked Lily from her car seat and noticed her eyes were still fluttering. . .”
Heavenly signs during mourning of Queen Elizabeth
By Mary Joyce, website editor
Just hours before the world learned that Queen Elizabeth II had died on September 8, 2022, a massive and rare double rainbow appeared over Buckingham Palace. The photos were published in all the major newspapers in the United Kingdom. Many considered the rainbows to be a heavenly homage to their queen.
A second heavenly sign occurred when the Queen’s coffin was being driven to St. Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Suddenly a sunbeam broke through the clouds and with laser-like precision went through the glass-topped hearse and directly hit the coffin of Queen Elizabeth II.
Photo by G. Gillard
Death – around 4 p.m.
Rainbow – around 5:30 p.m.
Announcement of death – 6:30 p.m.
Preemie’s life saved by twin’s hug
This is not a new story but one that should not be missed because it shows how important a hug can be.
When preemie twins were born at the University of Massachusetts Memorial Hospital in Worcester, MA in 1995, the standard medical procedure was to put twins in separate incubators.
All went well for one baby but the other was dying. That’s when a daring nurse broke protocol and put the twins together in a single incubator. That made all the difference. The dying infant immediately began to improve.
The most touching moment was when the healthy twin reached out and hugged her wombmate. - The editor
Click here to learn more about the miracle of Jackson twins, Brielle and Kyrie:
Police triggered miracle for poor Peruvian boy
Police monitoring cameras on the streets of Moche, Peru noticed a boy with a backpack appeared under a streetlight every evening. Closer observations revealed he always was reading or writing something.
When the police checked with people in the neighborhood, they learn the boy studied in the morning, worked as a shepherd in the afternoons and did his homework under the street- light in the evening because there was no electricity in his family’s home.
After the police posted the story on Facebook, it eventually was seen on the other side of the Atlantic and miracles began to materialize for the boy and many others. – The editor
CLICK HERE to watch the heartwarming 4-minute video about a series
of miracles triggered by the actions of the police in Moche, Peru.
Miracle healing of bedridden woman
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a summary of an article about a woman’s miracle healing that Mark Ellis wrote for the “God Reports” website in January 2017. The story originally was told by the woman’s nephew, Nizar, to a missionary couple working with Arab refugees in Berlin, Germany through the Ekballo Project.
Nizar explained that his uncle’s wife couldn’t walk, was in constant pain and bedridden for over a year; and that his uncle was really lost and didn’t know what to do. He added that his uncle was one of the toughest people he knew and even had a tattoo that said “Don’t mess with me. I’ll kick your ass.”
During the long agonizing year, Nizar’s uncle looked for answers by studying the Quran, then the Druze faith and then the Christian New Testament which “he read and read and read” until he was bored. So, he went back to drinking. Finally, in desperation he cried out to God:
“OK, what do you want from me? I have been through all this. You know that deep in my heart, I love you. I know that deep in my heart that I am your child. Why am I suffering like this? Why do you let life hit me like this, break me like this? I was rich. I had a lot of money. I had a lot of friends. What do I have now? I have a sick woman on the bed in the other room yelling all day for a year.”
Then he was stunned when he heard a voice from above that said: “Go to your wife and pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Put your hand on her back and she will be healed.”
Startled, he put his drink down, jumped up, rushed into her room and placed his hand on her back and prayed as the voice had direct.
Suddenly his wife felt something like a piece of hot metal piercing her back. “What are you doing?” She thought he was stabbing her. But it was not a knife entering her back; it was the healing power of Jesus Nizar told the missionaries.
After the uncle prayed, she stood up and walked. Soon after, she went to the doctor to see what happened. They examined the X-rays and could see something happened, but could not explain it.
“After this, my uncle’s faith is so strong he can’t speak of anything except Jesus. Now he has the strongest belief and he’s the most peaceful guy ever.”
Little boy heals mortally wounded puppy
By Amanda Lacy
When my son Garrett was 3½ or 4 years old, we had a stray dog that came on our property and gave birth to a bunch of puppies. We intended to find them a home after they were weened, but during that time, my son fell in love with one – a little black lab he called Junior.
Well, a male dog, probably the father of the puppies, bit Junior on his head. There was a puncture hole completely through the puppy’s skull and he was bleeding, salivating and couldn’t walk. I really believed he couldn’t survive.
|That happened on a Sunday evening and the vet offices weren’t open so my husband decided he was going to wring the puppy’s neck to put it out of its misery.
Garrett started crying and accused us of not believing in God’s ability to heal. He had heard it preached in church and heard us pray for people. He couldn’t understand why we weren’t praying for the puppy. He was adamant that this animal was going to be healed.
So, he and his sister took the dog to Garrett’s room and locked the door so we couldn’t get the puppy. Then they started praying for Junior. They even anointed him with cooking oil, right on the wound, I might add.
That night, I didn’t sleep much because I felt we were torturing the animal, but the next morning when I got the two to open the bedroom door, this little puppy walked out. He was walking normally but his breathing was a little funny. With a hole in the top of his head like a whale, there was a whistle each time he took a breath.
So, we put antibiotics on the wound. He ate. Everything functioned normally. Eventually, the hole in Junior’s skull filled up, but for about six weeks, he whistled. After that, he always made a funny little noise. It wasn’t a full whistle but you could always hear him breathing.
Junior went on to live an active, healthy life. So, God healed this dog which gave my son a supernatural faith which he has to this day.
Son’s brain tumor miraculously vanishes
By Amanda Lacy
Ten years after my son’s puppy was miraculously healed, he still has a supernatural faith in the power of prayer – and it saved his own life.
Garrett was a healthy and active child. He loved to play baseball and was a skilled defensive player and pitcher. He also played basketball and soccer.
Then at the age of 13, he began to gain excessive weight – 100 pounds in three months - and became lethargic. We took him to the doctor who diagnosed him with mono (mononucleosis).
But then he began suffering terrible headaches and began throwing up. We knew something else was wrong so we started going to specialists. We had scans done, MRIs, you name it, we had it done.
|Surprisingly, it was a sinus doctor who said, ”We need to have a brain scan on him because he could have a tumor. Sometimes when there is a brain tumor, it will cause excessive growth, pressure in the head and hormone disruptions.”
So, we had the scan done and found there was a mass at the base of his brain where it attaches to his spinal cord. It was decided that he needed to see a children’s neurologist in Atlanta but it was going to be six weeks before the doctor could see him there. During the wait, I was told to keep Garrett calm, free of activity and eliminate stress of any kind.
Then one day Garrett said to me, “Momma, why are you worrying about this?” I said, “Well, I need to get you better.”
“Do you remember Junior?” he continued. “God is going to heal me just like he healed Junior. He had a brain problem; I’ve got a brain problem. God’s going to heal me the way he healed Junior. You’ll see.”
Six weeks went by and we go to the children’s hospital in Atlanta. The first thing they have to do is re-scan Garrett’s brain because sometimes tumors grow.
After this second scan, the doctor came in and said, “We don’t know how to explain it, but the tumor has disappeared.” He had a copy of both scans and the tumor obviously wasn’t there in the second scan.
Then the doctor said to Garrett, “Well, young man, I’m sorry we wasted your time.”
Garrett replied, “Why would you say that? There are plenty of children here that need me to pray for them.”
It’s Garrett’s theory that all this happened to him so he could be taken to the children’s hospital to pray for the other children.
Answer to prayer in alley has unexpected twist
A young woman took a shortcut through an alley on her way home one night. About half way through the alley, she saw a menacing-looking man so she prayed for God’s protection. Yes, she escaped unscathed but her story ends with an unexpected twist.
CLICK HERE to view the 2:20 minute video account of her experience.
My husband’s heart-healing miracle
By Beth Warnhoff
John and Beth Warnhoff
EDITOR’S NOTE: It’s been one year since John Warnhoff received a healing miracle in January 2017. In celebration, his wife decided to share his story to provide hope and inspiration for others.
After three heart surgeries at the Medical Center in Bowling Green, Kentucky, surgeons determined that my husband’s mitral valve had burst and he needed to be rushed to St. Thomas West Hospital in Nashville. It is one of the few places in the country equipped to do mitral valve repairs.
Actually, John needed a heart transplant but his condition was so severe that he had less than a 12 percent chance of surviving such a surgery. Besides, he was too old for a transplant according to Medicare stipulations.
When more testing was done at the Nashville hospital, a severe blood infection was discovered and had to be cleared up before any surgery could be done. That meant doctors had to remove his pacemaker and defibrillator. Finally, he was cleared for surgery.
Needless to say, John was extremely anxious the night before the surgery especially since he knew surgeons would have to create a hole in the back of his heart in order to insert the instruments to do the repair – and then plug it back up. He knew how risky this was and that he might not survive.
That’s when everything changed. He says he had a visitation from God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. In this conversation, John expressed his desire to go on to heaven but God told him that He would be with him during the surgery. He also told John not to be anxious and that he had a purpose for his life.
The next morning, the surgeon was prepared to implant five tiny clips to hold together John’s “floppy” valve segments. After the second clip, everything changed. John’s medical stats suddenly went from severe to trivial. No other clips were needed.
After recovery, John asked his surgeon if something had occurred right after the second clip. The surgeon told him that indeed things changed in a matter of minutes.
In total, John had nine procedures in two and a half weeks, each one requiring anesthesia.
A year later, John is doing well, has renewed energy and exercises every day. His EKG is normal and his doctor doesn’t understand why John’s heart seems to be repairing itself. So, his miracle continues.