Makyah’s story was shared on Imafighter.org last December. She had been newly diagnosed with cancer and has been through ups and downs since then. She remained in treatment every 3 weeks over the past year and in October had an 11 hour major surgery to remove visable tumors from her abdominal cavity and several organs. She returned for chemo 3 weeks after surgery to learn that it would be her last treatment. After 13 months of fighting, Makyah is cancer-free! She shared her to testimony for the first time to a group of youth last week but has inspired so many during the trial!
We are all on a journey. We can choose to allow that journey to draw us closer to our Lord or to tear us apart from Him. My journey at twelve years old made a sudden turn upwards with many twists and turns. I fell many times along the way bruising my knees and needed Christ to come lift me up. Always He has been there holding my hand.
My mother was diagnosed with Malignant Melanoma when I was only twelve years old, and it reoccurred when I was fifteen years old. The doctors gave my Mom six months to live at that time. I was to loose the woman whose hugs and kisses could not be replaced by anyone else. No one could give advice like my mother. I no longer had bruised knees that needed care, but a fragile heart that needed her tender touch and wisdom. My favorite times were sitting over a hot cup of coffee talking with her about the lessons I was learning from Christ, or the struggles I was dealing with. Always a smile would be upon her face as she’d offer up advice.
Months passed into years, cancer never leaving our home for long. Then slowly… over time… the cancer began to make it’s marks upon her body. Scars began to appear as surgery after surgery was needed to remove the cancer that threatened to take her life. Year after year it etched a little deeper into her face, skin, and body. Her posture changed as she suffered through treatments. Losing hair was not foreign. She’d lost her hair numerous times over the years as she continued to fight for her life. What never changed was her bright eyes and smile upon her face.
She walked a long hard road and her faith in God remained fast. He was her rock and stronghold and she had tied her anchor fast to Him. Because of her faith, mine drew stronger. However, in 2012, she was in the worst state I had ever seen her in. She laid in bed almost continually. She grew sores all on her body that caused her constant pain; they even appeared on the soles of her feet making walking a challenge. She would hump over as she made her way slowly down our hallways. The pain shot through her body so deep her bones ached within her. Sometimes cancer treatments can cause effects worse than the cancer itself.
I cried out to God, my faith that had remained solid throughout the years began to waver. My mother held on tightly and fought hard. She wanted to live to see her children grow up. Her five children that she had loved, taught, and cared for were still too young and needed their mother. My youngest sister was only three years old when cancer first broke into our home. It had been ten years and the cancer still threatened to tear down that house. I felt the more she slipped away, the more my faith slipped away. I struggled, cried, and felt like I was losing the battle.
That’s when God came and whispered in my heart. Why was I fighting so hard to keep Mom here on this earth? I realized, my Mom had eyes that looked to her helper and Maker. She had eyes that saw the beyond. I however, had eyes that only saw this world. I wasn’t looking into the next.
I surrendered my Mother into the hands of the One who loved her much deeper than I ever could. I trusted Him that He knew best. He had given me my precious mother and He would take care of her. One month later we received the news that the cancer had disappeared. It was only six months relief, but I knew God was showing me He was the One in control, not cancer. God still hasn’t shown us the end of this journey, but no matter what I know He is good in all things.
I left last July to serve as a missionary for fifteen months in the Dominican Republic. A week after I left, I got the news that Mom was cancer free. Almost one year she has been cancer free!!! I rejoice for this relief. It’s been a rough road but not a day goes by that I don’t rejoice that my Mother is still alive on this earth. She has remained faithful, constantly working to serve others, even in the midst of the trials and pain. Praise for her Savior, is always on her lips. Even in my darkest moments, Mom was quick to worship God. I stood amazed at her steadiness as my own faith was wavering. She raised her hands and thanked God for another day of breath. She taught me each day is a gift that we’ve been given and that gift has a tremendous amount of responsibility.
Will we live this day to help others draw closer to God? Or will we use it selfishly? I pray that if ever I am called to walk as hard of a road as she has walked, I do it with as much grace as she has had. I eagerly look forward to the end of my fifteen months away, where I can once again be wrapped up in her embrace and feel her kisses upon my cheek. In the mean time, I will continue to enjoy our Skype dates as I share with her all that God is teaching me and seeking her advice as trials come. She taught me to lean not upon her, but upon my Savior. However, she remains here to help guide me in that path:)
My beautiful momma was diagnosed with stage three ovarian cancer in September. She spent her 64th birthday in the hospital. Nine weeks in a row of aggressive chemotherapy made it hard for her to enjoy Thanksgiving and Christmas. My momma is a gracious hostess with the gift of hospitality and is known for having large family get togethers. She is a fabulous cook. I offered to host the holidays, but due to a depleted immune system, she was unable to leave her house. She insisted that just our immediate family still come over and she instructed my daddy on how to cook the meal. (He did a wonderful job) It has been a precious thing to watch him tend to her every need, as she has done for him for the past 47 years.
In December, after the nine weeks of chemo, she had major surgery that included a complete hysterectomy. We cried with joy when the doctor told us the original mass on her liver, that he intended to go in and remove, was diminished to sandlike granules. (All glory to God)
Thinking our fight was over, the doctor insisted on another nine weeks of chemo “just to be sure we get it all”. It took longer than nine weeks because her poor body was so depleted. Extensive boughts of nausea caused her to be dehydrated several times and her blood count was so low that she had to receive special shots and units of blood to boost her count, just so they could put more poison into her. (chemotherapy is such an oxymoron)
My momma has always been a very classy lady that cares about her appearance (hair and makeup always done) so when she didn’t feel like getting cleaned up or wearing her wig, we knew she REALLY felt bad. Through it all she kept her faith and stood firm on the promises in God’s word.
One of the oncology nurses said she was the most popular patients in the infusion room. Other patients would ask if she was there when they came in for their treatment. They knew they would be greeted with her beautiful smile and encouraging words. She shined the light of Jesus into the darkness of their battles and gave them hope.
These battles in life are not meant to be walked alone. We are eternally grateful to all of the love and support, prayers and meals that she received from church friends and family.
I praise God to be able to report that her latest scan shows that she is cancer free! 🙂 We know it will take time for her body to recover and replenish from all it has been through. My daddy said when he came home from work and she was in the kitchen cooking and whistling, he knew all was well. God is good.
First i’d like to say that I am very grateful for the blessing that GOD has given me. Her name is Brittany and she is 8 years old. She came into my life when she was 3 years old and I have loved her like my own daughter ever since. She fought and beat Lymphoma by the age of 5 and then fought a type of leukemia less than a year later and has been in remission since October. She is definitely “the fighter that inspires me” and she is one of Jamie Grace’s biggest fans. We have listened to fighter so much I think I can sing it in my sleep – we call it our song. The first time I heard the line “she’s only 8 yrs old…. knows the names of every nurse she sees” I hit my knees and cried!
She has the biggest heart and kindest way about her – you would never know how sick she really is without asking because she’s always happy. She has had a heart transplant, lung transplant and a double kidney transplant. She just had surgery this week and was in ICU for 3 weeks. Chemo, among other things, has affected her mental development and she functions like a 3 yr old but through it all she has stayed strong and never lost faith in our Savior. She’s in church every chance she gets and when she is too sick to attend she holds church right there in her hospital room – everyone can hear her preach.
Just a couple years ago I was down and out myself and she looked at me and said “mommy, it’s all going to be alright. Because God’s got it all in His hands and He has a plan for you but for you to be a part of that plan you got to get back up and keep going and trust that He will fix it all.” At just 5 yrs old my baby girl had just spoken the wisest words that anyone could ever speak. And even now that bright young lady shows through from time to time.
Brittany lost her [biological] mom to the same fight she is fighting about 3 yrs ago and I have the privilege of being there for her as her mom until they can be reunited in heaven. I am so thankful for every second that GOD has given me with my little miracle. She is now a big sister to 2 little girls and a little boy and she has 2 big brothers and 2 big sisters as well and they all love and support her everyday. She inspires us all. Her oldest sister wants to be a nurse that helps kids like Brittany and her big brother wants to find a cure for cancer – she is their inspiration for those dreams.
As for me, my dream is to see her grow up happy and healthy and live out her own dreams. Because of my faithful little girl I know that it is possible because through HIM all things are possible. She helps me see that every day. Me and her daddy wouldn’t know what to do with out our ray of sunshine in our lives everyday.
DEAR ALL FIGHTERS,
About a year ago, my uncle died from two types of cancer, Colon and Liver. He was a fighter, a true Christian Fighter. He was a good Uncle, Dad, Grandpa, and etc. He lived with the cancer for years, fighting to live and making goals to achieve. His last achievment was skydiving. He was even in the news. We knew he was dying, but nothing could prepare us for his death.
Truthfully, his death really gave me a blow. After he died, I had a small case of depression [but] with my friends, family and Jesus, i was able to overcome it.
I am a fighter, he was a fighter, YOU are a fighter! =D
I, Jamie Grace, recently had the incredible privilege of directing Morgan Harper Nichols’ debut music video for her debut single Storyteller. Not only is she one of my favorite writers and label mate but she’s also my sister. Via social media, Morgan has been encouraging others to “share their stories” every Sunday for #StorytellerSunday and we invited some amazing storytellers to be in the video. A cancer survivor… a Purple Heart recipient… a former drug addict… see the Storyteller video to hear the stories of some incredible fighters. Then join us here at imafighter.org and Morgan on Sundays to tell your story!
I am a 27 yr old wife, mother of 2 and at 5 months pregnant found out that I had brain cancer. Had 1 surgery while I was pregnant and then underwent a 2nd surgery in February. God has kept his hand and on my son and I both through every surgery and has constantly placed people in our lives to provide what we need just when we needed it!
I am getting ready to move onto the next part of my journey and facing possible treatment and I am holding tight to every promise God has given me and I cling to His words! My niece sent me a link to Jamie Grace’s song Fighter and it ministered to me and brought me to tears.
I’m a fighter!
By day I am a banker, by evening I am a wife and mother, by night I am a Firefighter and Emergency Medical Technician. I can’t slow down; I need to help people, I need for others to know that cancer is not a death sentence. I need them to hear that this rare blood cancer I am diagnosed with is saving my life…my eternal life. Before my diagnosis, I had several set backs that should have led me to the Lord, but like a lot of us, I felt I could bargain with the Lord. If He would do this, I would do as he wished…
On July 11, 2013 after several years of unexplained health issues and tons of test, I was told I have a rare blood cancer. It is incurable, but not fatal. I was told I’d have a rough road and have to give up some of the things that I love to make it easier (fire & medical). I have to be on chemo pills for the remainder of my life.
On October 27 2013, we went to a church that our daughter has attended daycare at since she was 6 months old. Our 8 year old daughter kept telling us we would like it if we would just give it a try. On this day with her by our side, I and my husband accepted Christ as our Savior.
I fully know that without my diagnosis and feeling like I had hit rock bottom and without the determination of my beautiful daughter we would not be saved.
I know have the greatest gift ever given. Regardless of what this cancer does, regardless of the struggle, regardless of the fight ahead I GOT THE GREATEST GIFT EVER!!!
I am a fighter, but I hope to inspire others to not give up, keep going, keep dreaming; it is all worth it for the glory of the Lord.
When Michael was in high school he lost his dad to testicular cancer. At 21 (now 22) years old, he received the same diagnosis from his doctor. An athlete, coach, worship leader and college student, this was completely unexpected for Michael. He is currently undergoing treatment that should be completed in February. Through it all, Michael continues to rely on his Faith, family and friends as a support system through this time.
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Makyah’s teacher went to a [Jamie Grace] concert recently and shared her story with Jamie Grace. [She] then brought a signed copy of her CD to the hospital as a present and in turn we have gotten to learn [Jamie Grace’s] inspiring story!
Makyah is a 12 year old 7th grader that has recently been diagnosed with cancer. Makyah attended a doctor’s appointment at her pediatrician on September 30, 2014 for what we believed to be either a pulled back muscle or kidney infection due to Makyah complaining periodically of back pain. That same day she was admitted to Brenner’s Children’s Hospital and by the end of week had been biopsied where surgeons found metastasized cancer. She had a large mass inside liver, smaller ones on the outside of her liver, on her diaphragm, in her pelvis and on her colon. Just 2 days after being admitted, Makyah’s kidneys and liver shut down, she gained 30 lbs in fluid in one week and began dialysis while doctors waited on biopsy results to give her cancer a name. Her levels of pain warranted that she be given pain medications stronger than morphine and in amounts that rendered her unconscious for 2 full weeks.
Prayers for Makyah have reached well outside the state of NC and though doctor’s predicted that she would see no results from chemo until 14-21 days after treatment, Makyah began to wake up about 3am just one day after her 5 day treatment.
It was October 13th and Makyah learned for the first time that she had cancer. She has been fighting to defy all the odds against her recovery and has now completed her 2nd round of chemo for a cancer that still has no name. Through 3 labs testing, doctor’s can not identify the type of cancer she has and are treating her blindly but God is making it work for her. She is not able to attend school but loves to learn so much that she has caught up all of her school work since waking up in the hospital and is ready to begin homeschooling soon. She loves music most of all and had just began to learn to play the trumpet but now does not have the lung capacity to continue with that instrument. It is my intent to find someone to teach her a different instrument in our home for as long as I can afford to do so, as I am not able to work now as the mother she needs in this fight.
It puts into perspective for you how to focus on the things that truly matter to your children when something this tough happens. I am careful not to call it tragic because I have known in my heart through all of this that she is a miracle waiting to happen. She went into that hospital a shy, timid, preteen without the ability to see who she really is, the strength she really has… she could not even tell you her favorite food, lol. But she is being transformed! All the prayers I prayed well before this that she know her true worth, talent, and purpose in this life are coming to pass. I whispered to her in the hospital when she could only wake up for 1-2 minutes at a time, “Do you know how to talk to God? Talk to him like one of your friends. I know you are in too much pain to move or be touched but talk to him in your mind. Ask him what he wants you to do when are healed. Can you do that?” and she nodded yes.
Today she is at home with me, doing school work and getting stronger each day. She is laughing more and I am working on a project to help her get to know herself where she has to write at least one thing she likes on a list each day and Jamie Grace has made the list. I would like for her to see [her] perform someday.
Makyah’s fight is just beginning and she needs all the encouragement she can get. All continued prayers are appreciated.