Our Guest Brian Wills
SID: My guest was 22 years of age, good health, an athlete, college graduate. He was one day away from fulfilling the dream of a lifetime, becoming a professional tennis player. When tragedy struck. He was raised in a Christian family that believed in miracles, and now he was going to need one. Brian, what happened?
BRIAN: One day, I found myself laying in a hospital bed and a doctor walked in and gathered our family together. He said, “Young man, I’ve got bad news to tell you.” Now, just prior to that, I had been training to go to Europe, to play on the satellite tour, which is like the minor leagues of tennis. I had seen a doctor because I had some pain. The doctor wrote it off said, “Well, maybe you’re training too hard.”
I found myself at this moment where I was put in a hospital. The doctors thought I had appendicitis or kidney stone. After nine days of testing, the doctor walked in and said, “Young man, I have bad news to tell you. You have a rare terminal incurable cancer. This type of cancer is one of the fastest growing cancers in the world. You may have two weeks or less to live.”
SID: Describe this cancer. What was going on in your body at that time?
BRIAN: Well, when they discovered it, I had a tumor the size of a golf ball. It was on a Friday afternoon. We told the doctor, “Doctor, can we leave the hospital, be dismissed for the weekend? Because we wanted to go home.” We had a church family that was praying for my healing. We also wanted to attend some services where some healing evangelists could pray for me.
He said, “Yes, that would be fine. You can leave the hospital for the weekend, but I warn you that you don’t have much time.” I thought, “For sure, I would be healed.” Over that weekend, I was no better. I actually grew much, much worse. The next day I was taken, transported, to another hospital. One of the few hospitals in the world that was ever used to seeing Burkitt’s lymphoma, stage IV-B.
When I arrived there, as in a fetal position, the cancer had grown. When the doctors examine me, the tumor in my abdomen measured 10 and a half inches. Not only that…
SID: From a golf ball to a basketball.
BRIAN: Yeah. 72 hours, went from the golf ball to the size of a basketball. Plus my kidneys had stopped working. Other organs were beginning to shut down. I was admitted to that hospital. They put me on the 13th floor. I did not know this at the time, but the 13th floor was known as the floor of the incurables. Nobody made it out alive. It was a Tuesday morning when I was admitted.
After the doctors examined me, they told my parents, “You need to make the funeral arrangements because your son is dying. Your son would not be alive by Friday.” When my parents heard that, I remember they came into the examination room where I was there. My mother opened the Bible and she turned to Isaiah 53. She said, “Whose report do we believe? We will believe the report of the Lord.”
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