Becky King’s Testimony

I’m Becky King. I’ve been a member of this church all my life. I’m a sinner, I’m a believer, I have repented, I have been forgiven and I am a MIRACLE!
In 1997, I was diagnosed with myleofibrous. And I called upon the elders of my church to come and administer to me. (James 5:14, 15) I could not even walk. I was so crippled and I was hurting all over.

They didn’t know much about myleofirous then. I had gone to a specialist over in New Orleans. He told me what kind of treatment that I was going to have. I called for the Elders of the church, Bennie Goff and Joann Lutes came to the house. Joann told me, you know Becky, when we do this we also believe that you are forgiven for your sins. I said, “That’s good because I’ve got a truckload of them.“ I told her, “It’s not that I don’t know that I’ve been forgiven for my sins because I know that I am, but it’s forgiving myself that’s so hard.“

So they administer to me by the ’laying on of hands’ and prayed for me. They left and Andy (my husband) came out of the bedroom and said, “Well, are you healed?“ I said, “Well, I don’t know, but I know that spiritually I feel better. I don’t want to go out of this world not feeling God’s love, because what I have can kill me.“

So, I went outside and I laid down on the ground. I was thinking, now here you are 36 years old, you’ve lived all this time and there are little kids who are suffering. I said, “How selfish of you, you know.“ And the sun just kept getting brighter. This was in October and this was not a hot October day. It was a cool fall day. And the sun just kept bearing down on me. So, I threw up my hands over my face... I was trying to block out the sun. It didn’t matter if I had arms or not because the sun just kept coming through. I thought, scientists are right, the sun is falling.

I heard a voice, He said, “IT’S ME Put down your arms and be not afraid I am GREATER than anything that you will ever endure here on this earth BE NOT AFRAID.“ And I carry those words with me today! A hot sensation went through my body. It went from my head to my toes. And I knew when He got to my feet He was leaving and I wanted to go with Him. I jumped up off the ground and stretched my arms up in the air and the light was gone. I said, “Take me and take me now.“ I was on fire and had been bathed by the Holy Spirit. But, I went off on my happy way and road my horse and did what I wanted to do because I felt good. Well, I got a new horse and the best horse I’ve ever owned. I was so excited. My friend, Shannon, and I had gone to the Vanlceave arena to ride our houses. I started riding him in a circle and all of sudden my chest got tight and I could not breathe. I said, “Something is wrong, I can’t ride.“ I was weak, I got off him, and I went home... I told Andy, “I’m sick. I’m going to have to go to the doctor. I think that myleofibrous is back.“

The first doctor I went to said that I did not have leukemia. I was referred to another doctor in September 2003. On September 16, I went back to his office and he told me, “Mrs. King, you’re a very sick lady. You have leukemia.“ At that time it did not scare me because it was like either way I am going to be O.K. He told me that I did not have a couple of months to wait. So, they started my chemo on November 4 in Jackson. (I was on the BMT floor receiving chemo in November. While I was there, they handed me a booklet on leukemia. It would tell me about my sickness. I didn’t want to hear it so I threw it in the corner. I didn’t want to read it, I didn’t want to know.)

I went back for my second treatment in December. There was al little 10 years old boy that was in the BMT Unit also receiving CHEMO. (Becky started to cry.) He died the day before I came home. It was then that I realized how sick I was, and how lucky I am.

I came home right before Christmas. . Right after Christmas, I went back to the doctor to get some platelets because I was low. Gena went with me and they gave expired platelets, meaning they were sour- no good. As soon as they went to pumping into my body, I instantly caught on fire. I took off running with an I.V. pole into the bathroom Gena was throwing water on me. I felt like I was on fire.

My doctor was not there that day. Another one was on duty and he’s spinning around in a circle saying, “What do I do?“ I knew then I was in a fix. He didn’t know what to do. Finally, they gave me some Benadryl and it calmed me down.

I stayed in the hospital for two weeks. I wanted to go home so bad. This was running into late January, I just wanted to go home. I went home and it couldn’t have been for more than a day. I told Andy, “Look, I’m sick, I don’t’ feel good, I need to go back to Jackson. I’ve got to go.“

So Gena drove me back to Jackson in my truck. I could not sit up so laid on the seat with my head resting in Gena’s lap all the way up there. She stayed the weekend with me and Andy came to stay the week. The weekend came and I told him to go home. Tell Gena not to come, I feel good, I’m all right.

That Sunday, February 8, around 6 pm, I coded blue-I died-they called Andy-They (Andy, Mama, and Gena) made it to Jackson in two hours and five minutes. Mama said, “Andy was driving so fast she was too scared to turn around and see if Gena was behind them or not. Whenever they got to the stop sign in McLain, she looked back and there was Gena.“

I was on life support whenever they got there. They were waiting on him to unplug it. They told Andy and my family, “She is gone, there is no hope. Not unless you believe in a higher power.“

Andy said, “Well, she does, I’m going to giver her that chance.“ He told them what he wanted them to do-give me platelets-give me blood. The doctors kept telling Andy, “Mr. King, that’s not going to do her any good. We can give her all the platelets and blood that you want, but what you see is what you’re going to get.“ I had an MRI and two EEG’s-On February 16, the doctors came in and met with my family. There were four neurologist and two doctors seated around a large conference table. They once again said, “I had ZERO percent chance of recovery. NONE!“

On February 20, Wake Inabinette came and laid hands on me. I moved and pushed my head against his hands. I can remember Wake being there, I can hear him praying. Still the doctors did not believe. On February 22, they gave me the second EEG. Still, they said I was brain dead. They did not believe. On February 24, I opened my eyes. On February 25, I was on a kidney dialysis machine. My kidneys began to work. (The doctors failed to notice.) My husband noticed the bag was full of stuff! It was an awful and ugly substance. Still the doctors did not believe. On February 26, I nodded twice to my Mama, Gena and Andy. The doctors still said, “I have no purposeful movement. She is brain dead.“

From February 8 until March 4, the doctors still did not think that I was there. I had no purposeful movement. During the first two weeks, they took a long Q-tip and put it up my nose looking for a response. They used a cotton ball and moved it across my eyes looking for pupil movement. They stuck objects in the bottom of my feet looking for a response.

But on March 4, I had a new nurse. She came into my room and she talked to me as if I was there. I could hear her. I was watching her as she bounced about the room. She was a cute little girl and was flipping her hair about while doing things. They had told her not to worry about Mrs. King because she is brain dead. She said this to me and I could hear her. But she noticed that my eyes were following her as she moved about the room. She came over to my bedside and said, “Mrs. King, can you hear me?“ I blinked my eyes, because that’s all I could move. And she said, “Now if you can really hear me, blink twice.“ SO I blinked twice. She went flying out of my room and came back with a doctor. He had me blink for him. I smiled for him but I could barely move the corner of my mouth. This was “Tricks“ for me because I was brain dead.

At 6:00 am on March 7, Gena, Mama and Andy came into my room while I was asleep. I heard my Mama, (Becky started crying) the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard-She said, “Bec, it’s me Mama“ and I opened my eyes. And I saw my Mama standing there and my sister they were beautiful, they looked so young and beautiful Gena said, “Becky, do you know who that is standing over there?“ And for the first time, I turned my head completely from one side to the other. I looked and it was my husband, Andy, and I began to cry.

I stayed in MICU for 32 days and on March 11 I was transferred to the BMT Unit on the 5th floor. It’s hard for me to remember the present, but I can remember the past. Of course, I’ve been brain dead. I came home on April 29.

But my message to you today is: If you’ve never had a prayer answered If you didn’t believe- Well, here I am! Everybody wants to know, “Did you see a light? Did you see a vision when you were dead? Yes! Carl Tanner prayed for me.“ He said, “He couldn’t come up to visit me but he prayed that God would send His angels to serenade me.“ And somebody took me by my hand-This person I could not look at-But he took me in a big Cathedral-I say he, but it could have been a she-I don’t know who it was but I felt comfortable with them. But I believe that it was God who had taken my by the hand. And in the top of that Cathedral were a thousand singing angels. The sight was beyond description, it was more than beautiful. They serenaded me!

God had allowed me to live. I do not believe that I am better than you or anyone else. HE has allowed me to share my experience with you. This is my testimony. .GOD IS LIVE and HE ANSWERS PRAYERS TODAY. GOD BLESS YOU! I have felt your prayers and ask that you please continue to pray for me.