Sergei Ostapchuk: "I was healed of lung cancer"
Sergei Ostapchuk: "I was healed of lung cancer"
I was only twenty-five years old when I suddenly fell ill. At first, I ignored the slight malaise and strange symptoms. Eventually, I finally decided to see a doctor, but he said everything was fine—just a pinched nerve.
I had a trip to Kyiv planned at the time, and I didn't cancel it. But on the way back, I suddenly became so ill that I couldn't get off the train on my own. They took me straight from the station to the hospital.
After an examination, I was diagnosed with pneumonia. As it turned out later, it was incorrect, as was the treatment, which only worsened my condition. Fluid began to accumulate in my lungs. They performed a puncture and drained three liters. The doctor said that any more and I would have simply suffocated.
Three months later, I was referred to a center that treats complex lung diseases. There, they completely reversed my previous diagnosis and treatment. The doctor said sympathetically:
"If you hadn't been treated at all, your condition would have been much better. All this has done is worsen the situation and lead to fluid accumulation in your lungs."
He also suggested that I had tuberculosis. I was horrified by this discovery. But the disease only progressed. During treatment, I got progressively worse. In a short time, I lost weight from 65 to 38 kilograms. I had to have biopsies every other day, often losing consciousness, and constantly feeling extremely weak.
One winter morning, a doctor walked into the room. He looked very serious and spoke in an unusual way. I immediately realized he was about to say something important.
"Unfortunately, you don't have tuberculosis," he said.
I replied: “But that’s good…”
And then I heard: “Unfortunately, you have lung cancer.”
I was in shock. Words can't describe what I felt at that moment. The realization that I could soon die made my vision darken. The first two weeks were especially difficult. I've never felt as bad as I did in those days.
I knew you don't live long with a diagnosis like that. I did the math and realized I had almost no time left. It was another huge blow.
In those days, I had only one desire: to live to see spring and see at least one spring day. And suddenly, my inner state began to change. I became confident that I would live and recover from my illness. I even approached the doctor and confidently declared that, no matter what, I would live.
A few days later, I had a bronchoscopy. As they inserted the catheter, I began to lose consciousness. I thought this was the end. The thought flashed through my mind that this was the moment of transition from this life.
I spent twelve hours in intensive care unconscious and about ten hours unable to breathe on my own.
The doctor asked management for expensive medications for me, explaining that I was in extremely critical condition and couldn't afford the treatment. They told him there were no medications. They essentially left me to die.
It was at this moment that missionary Robert Poland arrived to see me. He was not allowed into the room, but he insisted and succeeded in getting in.
The doctor from the intensive care unit again contacted the head physician and asked for written confirmation that the necessary medications were unavailable. He refused—and suddenly, the medications were immediately available.
After that, Robert was allowed to see me. He prayed beside my lifeless body—and at that moment I came to my senses.
After some time, I suddenly felt much better, and I was transferred out of intensive care. My wish came true – I saw a beautiful spring day.
For the first time in months, I left the hospital grounds, went into a small forest, and breathed in the fresh air. I was so happy, I thanked God for every blooming flower and even hugged the trees.
That day I made a promise to God: if He healed me, I would preach His love and salvation to people who had lost hope.
To fulfill this promise, I began praying for the sick in the hospital and talking to them about God. And miraculously, I myself began to feel better. I was fulfilling my promise, and God was fulfilling His. Gradually, the illness receded.
And the day came when I brought the doctor my medical history - thick as a volume of War and Peace.
He looked through it, tore out some of the pages, and then simply threw the whole thing in the trash.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He replied, "Son, you don't have cancer anymore. Today you are a completely healthy person. I can't explain it."
And I knew for sure - God healed me.
If you don't see a way out, if you are facing illness or feel hopeless, know that God wants to help you.
This miracle of healing marked the beginning of my calling—to serve people, especially those who are sick and in need of hope. That's why I created my own program, "School of Healing."
12 meetings - 1 time per month:
• healing education
• strengthening faith
• individual prayer for everyone who wants it
Meetings are held every last Saturday of the month.
The next meeting will be held on April 25th.
2702 Quentin Road, Brooklyn, NY 11229
I invite you and everyone who needs it.
Registration: 646-934-9934
