For over 10 years my sister has been in and out of the hospital due to internal bleeding – the tumors on her liver would erupt. The bleedings would be sporadic and unpredictable. Once every blue moon we would have a scare, sit in the ER until they would give her morphine to dull the pain, and then she would go back to work as if nothing happened.

It was apparent she was a miracle. She was sent home to die during the first year of her diagnosis – clearly neither God nor we was having it. We got on our knees and prayed like never before – ugly cries and all. Over time she miraculously, and unexplainably, recovered.

But as I recall her doctor saying about four years ago after an episode, “She’s not going to recover after this one.” In other words – her now fatigued demeanor was going to be the new normal and she could die “again”. I remember I wasn’t having it, and walked out of her office in middle of the meeting.

She ended up recovering – our faith was too strong.

But last year something tipped the scales and at the time it felt like her miracle juice had ran out. She was sent to the hospital yet again via an ambulance. She passed out because of the pain. A surgical operation was performed where they inserted a needle in her to stop the internal bleeding. Her vitals dropped and that is when I received a call from my crying mom to come home. My mom rarely cries, so I knew this time it was different.

I recall praying a different prayer. In the past I prayed she lived. This time I prayed that God’s will be done. I no longer selfishly wanted her to live if she was going to continue to suffer.

While in the recovery room the conversation from her team of doctors was different. Even our experience and treatment was different. The once disconnected, non-empathic conversation turned into inclusive, connected and compassionate communications that made my mom and I feel safe even while they were stating her fate: if she doesn’t get a transplant she could die because her liver took a serious hit and the next one could be fatal.

They have been wrong before, but this time my sister agreed. She said she prayed about this so a few years ago she got on the transplant list. Only now did I found out that she would need a caretaker. I proudly volunteered.

The other most important thing was the long list of people waiting for a transplant and her low MELD score (Model of End-Stage Liver Disease – The MELD score is used to prioritize patients waiting for a liver transplant.) Thankfully, her miracle juice didn’t run out like I once feared. Her doctors wrote a letter to the people higher up to increase her MELD score and chances of getting a liver transplant. After two weeks, it was approved.

But the journey didn’t stop there, it had just begun.

We returned home to wait for the call, worrying about what effect this episode had on her. Her once vibrant and round face, was now thin and depleted. Her weight was lower. Her larger liver (due to the amount of tumors) and small frame were going to be hard to match (as they put it) for an organ transplant.

So of course we prayed. As we prepared, a month went by with no call. We did however receive news that if you don’t get a call within 30 days they have to reassess your MELD score. This was the first time I felt fear – what if she recovers like the wolverine she’s been and we find ourselves back here? The thought of her being in pain always hurt me. This was the first time I thought … I hope she is not getting better. I was ready for a change. We all were.

Again her miracle juices were still at work. We got a call stating they wrote another letter to extend it – which was not only granted – but she was bumped to number two on the wait list.

One week later she got the call. Now, they say, you can show up, wait and end up coming back five-six times to the hospital for numerous reasons, and may still not receive a transplant. But even after we called my mom to inform her, we looked each other in the eye and said it is happening – we could FEEL it.

And it did happen. The next day, and eight hours later, the transplant surgery was successful. The doctors stated the liver was so big it took two hands to take it out. It was the second largest her doctor had removed. Later we found out she had 84 tumors, two of which were cancerous.

Now we faced complications, she had to have two more surgeries. One of which they found nothing wrong and the other so minor I forgot. A mixture of things caused her kidney to fail, forcing her on dialysis. The drugs they gave her raised her blood sugar, inducing diabetes, so she had to take insulin.

But the power of prayer, having faith, using sound healing – Tibetan singing bowls, spraying the room with sage spray, using essential oils, laughter, positive thinking, having affirmations and goals – carried us through it all. Also, what helped was reducing the negativity by only sharing what was going on to a very limited number of people until we knew it was the right time.

She spent 28 days in the hospital, 26 of which I was with her, because my mom would not let a day go by where she was alone, and if she was alone, it was no longer than a couple of hours.

A girl took her life a few rooms away from her during this time – one thing we believed could have made the difference if she wasn’t alone.

Now, thankfully, she is back to work. Beautiful, vibrant and cheeks so chubby, I sometimes call her CC.

During this time, what was also challenging was the lack of empathy and support I was given by some nurses, social workers, friends and even some family members. I dealt with racism, mistreatment and people taking advantage of the situation. But if I had chosen to focus on them I know I would have missed the biggest blessing that God has given me, which is my sister, who has always been my resilient miraculous angel.

Her doctor actually told her, “Aster, you have a resilient spirit.” If that doesn’t tell you the power of prayer, I don’t know what would.

So, pray on, friend, pray on.

Saba Tekle is a Filmmaker, Publisher, Mentor, Former Huffington Post Contributor and an Award Winning Best-Selling Author. As the founder of 7 House Media, Saba has worked with over 100 authors worldwide. She is also the creator, co-author, publisher and producer of best-selling book series, “20 Beautiful Women” and soon to be docu-series. This compelling book series and movement inspired the #20beautifulwomen challenge (in which over a million women participated) and was a blog section in The Huffington Post.

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