Biff's Healing
The Lord is good to all; He has compassion on all He has made. Psalm 145:9
If you have ever had the pleasure of being loved by a dog, you understand how much joy they can bring to your life. For the past 4 years, we have had the honor to be owned by a 175lb lap dog, our St. Bernard named Buford, aka Biff.
At the end of May, I took Biff for a routine check up for his chronic allergies; I was hoping to get him started on a new medication to alleviate some of his symptoms. His clinician performed a full physical exam and at the end of his physical he uttered the four words no dog parent wants to hear, “He has a tumor”. My head started spinning, a tumor!? He is only four years old. How is that possible? “What does this mean?” I responded, the panic rising in my voice. The oncologist and surgeon both examined the tumor and they confirmed the diagnosis, “an anal sac adenocarcinoma, he has 6 to 9 months. If he does well with chemo, maybe one year” the doctors informed me. He had cancer. I stepped outside to call Adam, my husband, to give him the gut wrenching news. After the news sunk in, and I explained everything to him he told me, “God is going to use this for His glory”. While I was outside, the doctors began developing a surgical plan which would be followed by rounds of chemotherapy. But first we had to stage the progression of his disease. In other words, we needed to determine how far the cancer had spread. According to his ultrasound report and the board certified radiologist, the cancer had spread to his lymph nodes. The plan was to remove three of the local lymph nodes in the area of the tumor to slow the spread of the cancer and then to remove the tumor itself.
I was offered to have the surgery done right then and there, however, the Holy Spirit was guiding me in another direction. Take him home and pray. We scheduled his surgery for Monday and we planned on spoiling Buford all weekend, spending every second we could with him knowing our days together were starting to count down.
Over the weekend, our prayer warriors were in full force praying for Biff and for us. The night before his surgery, we laid hands on Biff with friends and fellow believers. The morning of his surgery I also laid hands on him and prayed with two of my co-workers. Buford was taken into surgery. During his surgery, we gave thanks to God for his creation and we also prayed for a complete healing. As the surgeon began operating on his “tumor”, he was surprised to find that the mass no longer resembled a tumor! When the surgery was finished, his surgeon informed me that we were going to wait for biopsy results but he was confident the mass was NOT CANCER. He couldn’t provide us with a new diagnosis or even an explanation but I had one for him. God healed Biff! At that moment, I was confident our prayers had been answered! The doctors did not make a misdiagnosis. Three specialists said he 100% had cancer. They saw the images. I saw the images. This was not a mistake. This was God. The biopsy results took about 1 week to return and I’d like to leave you with a portion of the results. He was diagnosed with a “reaction”, here is what scientists have to say about it, “The molecular pathway involved in the development of this reaction is open for further investigation”.
Thank you to everyone who was aware of our situation and prayed for us and our boy. Our God will never stop working.
Megan Zysk
If you have ever had the pleasure of being loved by a dog, you understand how much joy they can bring to your life. For the past 4 years, we have had the honor to be owned by a 175lb lap dog, our St. Bernard named Buford, aka Biff.
At the end of May, I took Biff for a routine check up for his chronic allergies; I was hoping to get him started on a new medication to alleviate some of his symptoms. His clinician performed a full physical exam and at the end of his physical he uttered the four words no dog parent wants to hear, “He has a tumor”. My head started spinning, a tumor!? He is only four years old. How is that possible? “What does this mean?” I responded, the panic rising in my voice. The oncologist and surgeon both examined the tumor and they confirmed the diagnosis, “an anal sac adenocarcinoma, he has 6 to 9 months. If he does well with chemo, maybe one year” the doctors informed me. He had cancer. I stepped outside to call Adam, my husband, to give him the gut wrenching news. After the news sunk in, and I explained everything to him he told me, “God is going to use this for His glory”. While I was outside, the doctors began developing a surgical plan which would be followed by rounds of chemotherapy. But first we had to stage the progression of his disease. In other words, we needed to determine how far the cancer had spread. According to his ultrasound report and the board certified radiologist, the cancer had spread to his lymph nodes. The plan was to remove three of the local lymph nodes in the area of the tumor to slow the spread of the cancer and then to remove the tumor itself.
I was offered to have the surgery done right then and there, however, the Holy Spirit was guiding me in another direction. Take him home and pray. We scheduled his surgery for Monday and we planned on spoiling Buford all weekend, spending every second we could with him knowing our days together were starting to count down.
Over the weekend, our prayer warriors were in full force praying for Biff and for us. The night before his surgery, we laid hands on Biff with friends and fellow believers. The morning of his surgery I also laid hands on him and prayed with two of my co-workers. Buford was taken into surgery. During his surgery, we gave thanks to God for his creation and we also prayed for a complete healing. As the surgeon began operating on his “tumor”, he was surprised to find that the mass no longer resembled a tumor! When the surgery was finished, his surgeon informed me that we were going to wait for biopsy results but he was confident the mass was NOT CANCER. He couldn’t provide us with a new diagnosis or even an explanation but I had one for him. God healed Biff! At that moment, I was confident our prayers had been answered! The doctors did not make a misdiagnosis. Three specialists said he 100% had cancer. They saw the images. I saw the images. This was not a mistake. This was God. The biopsy results took about 1 week to return and I’d like to leave you with a portion of the results. He was diagnosed with a “reaction”, here is what scientists have to say about it, “The molecular pathway involved in the development of this reaction is open for further investigation”.
Thank you to everyone who was aware of our situation and prayed for us and our boy. Our God will never stop working.
Megan Zysk
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