When I was only 12, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I have heard that about 85 % of women with fibromyalgia have had some kind of severe childhood trauma, and that was the case with me.
I had it for 17 years. I could hardly walk or stand. My pain level was ten. I was on 16 medications, 86 pills a day for six or seven years. I received very limited help. In those 17 years, I probably received prayer about 700 times. I had seen other healings. I believed in healing.
On December 6, 2009, I was at a church service call for prayer, but I wasn’t going to go up. I told the Lord I knew He could heal me, but I didn’t have the energy to hope that He would.
A friend said to me, “You are going up for prayer.”
I said, “No, I’m not.”
My friend added, “Either you are going up yourself, or I’m dragging you up there.”
I went up, and they laid hands on me, and I knew 95% of the pain had already gone down. I don’t know if they got two or three words out of their mouth before all the pain left.
Prior to that, I went back to my doctor, who was a Muslim, and asked to be taken off all my medications. He was skeptical. I told him I believed in Jesus, and Jesus had healed me.
On my medical chart, it says “spontaneous remission.” Those words don’t actually exist for fibromyalgia. Doctors are limited to what they can say because it doesn’t go away for them. There are pressure points for fibromyalgia, and they were not there anymore for me.