God, The Great Physician 

It is written man shall not live by bread alone,
but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God

 Having received a testimony of life after death, I was not afraid to die. As my strength continued to ebb, and signs appeared warning of possible cancer, I decided to get a checkup.

Because of the disgusting experience I had in the doctor’s office (sometimes a doctor thoughts can wander into areas other than medicine) and not being able to get the test—I was so angry I vowed I would never go for another. After I cooled down I began to wonder if maybe there was a reason for this happening. “After all,” I thought, “God has been very good to me and daily guided me when I had need. Maybe His hand is in this for a blessing in some other way.” I decided to wait on God to “move or not move.” Not too long after that episode I had a dream.

I was walking up a hill and looking at my left hand. I saw a hole had rotted through until I could see light coming from the other side. My thumb fell lifeless. The impression given me was that I had cancer. My mother kept saying to me, “Janice, go to the M.D.’s.” Each time she said it, she pushed me a little more backward down the hill. I answered, “No, Mother, I must live to bear testimony to Gene and others.” I raised my left hand up in front of my face and said, “In the name of Jesus Christ, be healed.” Immediately my hand was whole and I walked to the top of the hill where I found Gene and others. I showed them my healing and they rejoiced with me. The dream ended

 When I awoke I knew it was a warning, but wasn’t sure what to do. I called a friend whose husband had died from cancer. I had sat up with Tom in the hospital during his last days to comfort him. I knew how he had suffered. As we conversed, I told her of the pain in my left arm. “Oh, please,” she said, “go to an M.D. That’s where Tom’s pain showed up in the last stages. Please go get help.” But I remembered the dream, and Tom died. “No, Lucille, I’m going to ask God what to do. He revealed it, He must have something He wants me to do. I’m going to Him first.”

I hung up and immediately dialed an elder. Two elders were in my home that afternoon to administer to me. I didn’t tell them the nature of my needs, or suspicions, only that I wanted my Heavenly Father’s counsel. Their prayer was short, “Lord, we pray in the name of Jesus Christ, that You will send the angels from your courts of glory this night and give to this Thy child, the counsel she stands in need of.”

It was a simple prayer. What they had sealed on earth, a request for counsel to come from heaven brought to earth by God’s angels, was sealed in heaven and God honored it.¹ It was done. Two of God’s representatives had agreed to pray over a matter and through faith it was granted.

That night I received a dream with not only information about my condition, but also explicit instruction on what food to eat. I will relate the dream in its entirety for what benefit it may have for others. I now had complete instructions—the counsel I had asked for. I knew what I had—cancer—how bad it was, what to eat, and what doctor to go to, but I was stubborn. I didn’t want to go to an Indian herb doctor. I waited to see what would happen. Several times I was impressed by the Spirit to go to this doctor and start taking the herbs, but I resisted.

An impression came to me that when my monthly time came, I would be forced to go because I would not cease bleeding. I thought, “That is easy enough to check out.  It’s something I’ve never done before.   I’ll wait and see if that happens.” It did. My usual light three-to-four-day period extended to eleven days before I yielded. On that day as the flowing steadily increased to near hemorrhage I knew I had to help myself.  

I Am The Bread Of Life

I dreamed I saw my body dissolving, rotting with cancer that had started in my female organs. I saw no tumors, only rotten flesh. It was so terrible to look upon even in the spirit that I prayed for God to take it away from my sight. I then saw an Indian herb doctor, Dr. Gorman, of whom I had heard as helping other saints, tell me that I did not have cancer when I asked her in the dream. I saw her turn and get me a bottle of her cancer herbs.

I was then shown a list of foods with a line drawn through the middle dividing it into an upper and lower list. On the top half were fresh foods such as fruits and vegetables. I was instructed to consume all I could of these. Nuts, whole grains, wheat, all the sweet potatoes I could eat. I was allowed one “sweet,” (apple jelly) and informed that these foods were better for me. Below the line were foods that I should leave alone. I wasn’t told “You can’t eat this,” but rather I was impressed that these foods below the line would be harmful to me in some way, and wisdom directed me not to partake of these during this time of healing. I was surprised to see white potatoes on the list. All sweets, desserts and meats were unacceptable. That was no surprise. For a long time I’d known that sugar was poison to me. It aggravated my arthritis and I drank Alfalfa tea to help relieve it. I was told to eat no spaghetti, macaroni, starchy foods—no white flour products. I awoke knowing what to do.

 The Humble Dwelling

I will never forget this wonderful lady and her humble dwelling. A wise man never judges a book by its cover. Many times people put trust in what appears to be strength, power, knowledge—that which is held in esteem by man. But they learn with the years that truth and knowledge are not always found wrapped in a gold binding. Truth is where the light of Jesus Christ is, in a stable more times than in a castle.

We drove up one of the city's main arteries looking for the address of the doctor I’d been referred to by the courts of heaven. When we pulled in front of her house I thought, “What a humble place this is. Can this be where Jesus sent me?” It was evident that this woman’s goal in life was not to acquire material wealth. I looked up the street and all the houses on this side were old with semi-kept yards, cracked sidewalks, and built so close there was only room for a driveway between. On the south side was an old brick store that almost touched her house. Rose bushes rambled in the front yard with other mixed-in foliage reminding me of a jungle. “These people love nature,” I thought. A sign hung just above the front steps, “Herb Baths.”

As we stepped up onto the old wooden porch, I felt as if I was entering a haunted house in the movies. The door creaked when we opened it, and in the small hallway we were welcomed by the strange, clean smell of herbs. Opening a door on the left, we entered the waiting room. The doctor hadn’t entered yet so I took advantage of the time. I scanned the room and noticed below the window were several shelves with jars containing dead grass or weeds. These “weeds” were herbs ² gathered, dried and labeled. On lower shelves were jars of formaldehyde with ugly forms of flesh in them. Some had roots or tentacles. One large one was about three inches in diameter, or the size of a small baseball. It was apparent these growths had once lived on something. “Yuck,” I thought.

The room was very modest and clean. Over the fireplace were pictures of the smiling faces of her children, a beautiful family. On the walls were certificates of N.D. degrees and others. The room was totally different from the more popular practices of medicine. I learned she wasn’t practicing.

When she came in, she sat down beside me and smiled. “Well,” I said, “Do I have cancer?” After checking my nails to see how anemic I was, and looking me over a bit, she answered, “No.” I remembered the dream. She said “no ” in my dream! “Dr. Gorman,” I responded, “I know I do because God told me so.” She didn’t say another word, but promptly left the room returning with the red cancer herb medicine, just as I had seen her do in the dream. I later learned why she acted that way. Privately she admitted to Gene, “When Janice walked in here she was so near death I didn’t think I could save her.”

I loved this great lady and her son. They are two of the finest God-fearing, humble people I’ve ever known. They praise Him for their skill in being able to help many sick souls. We are much richer for having met them.

For six months I ate only those foods the angels had instructed me to—much fresh food. I took the herbs and each week a steam bath which sweated out the toxins, then afterward got a rubdown with their herb liniment. My body responded rapidly and I felt like a different person—no more pain, regular periods, strength in my limbs and guess what! Pregnant again! This child was Judy. Full term, and two pounds heavier than any of the other babies, 45 minute home delivery; no tears or stitches, no stretch marks—not one. What a blessing I had received! God cared. He told me what to do to help myself, and when it was time to stop taking the sweat baths (which drained every drop of liquid out of me each time) my Physician counseled me in a dream. Remember the movie, “The Incredible Journey,” where doctors are shrunk and put into a man’s body to go repair him?

The Lord took me into my body in a dream to see my condition. I walked along looking at my rib cage and other parts seeing the cancer had been killed. I was saying that all that needed to be done now was to sweep out the debris. I was healed!

An incredible dream. An incredible God!
God does help those who help themselves!

Footnotes
1. Sealing power of the elders Christ gave His priesthood the power to ask what they would and it would be honored in heaven as on earth. By this authority, man will see evidence of the revelation of God. (Matt. 16:18-19) By this power miracles were and are performed. (Matt. 18:18-19)