Excerpts Morin's Testimony

Cycle 3 was the most traumatic of all, we had 9 eggs, BUT 7 were immature and only 1 of the good 2 had fertilized. The embryologist said to me on the phone, you only need one! So, off we went to Grand Rapids, Michigan this time and prepared for the transfer. On the morning of the transfer we went in as scheduled at 7.30am, we waited and waited and no one called us. Eventually at 9am the Doctor asked to see us and told us that our embryo had failed to dividurther overnight therefore technically had died; so, there was nothing to transfer. The world was about to end, I was shattered, and we went back to the hotel and I cried ALL day. Bola & Tayo on the phone in Lagos kept me through the day with “DON'T GIVE UP, get ready to do another, you will succeed”. Hard to believe, but with my poor exasperated husband joining that “Let's keep trying” message, we pulled through the time. It was October 2004.

As we had done earlier in the year, we started another cycle right away. This was going the dominant egg route, one good one and manymedium performers. The cycle went fairly O.K. but on the day before that scheduled for retrieval, my husband (1) missed his flight out of Lagos as the traffic was horrendous that day (2) Arrived at the airport to discover that his wallet had been stolen therefore he had no Green Card nor Credit Cards anymore. In short, there was neither retrieval nor transfer, the eggs just slowly went away. The frustration led me to decide that the U.S. was too far for this process and the cross-world travels were killing my spirit. I returned to Lagos after a long time away.
Meanwhile, the fateful MRI film showing the tumour was sent to Dr Bola Oyesiku in Atlanta to review and give a 2nd opinion managed never to get back to me thanks to UPS who lost it in transit on its return journey! The evidence evaporated. The hospital meanwhile could not reproduce it as the film had been taped over. The beginning of God telling me that the mountain had been removed.

In December 2004 I attended the Holy Ghost Service at the Redemption Camp on the Friday Night of the Congress and I received my healing while the Intercessory prayers were being said. You know the sensation after you swim and water fills your ears; after you come out of the water, you can feel the “pop” as the water releases. Having not swam or gone anywhere near water that day, my ears “popped” during the prayer session and I shivered, that moment, I knew the tumour was gone. I shared this with my in-law Sis Kofo and we prayed in agreement that this disease of the Egyptians we shall see no more. The Lord was faithful to Exodus 15:26 I AM THE LORD THAT HEALETH THEE”. (Today in June 2008 my MRI scan showed no trace of the tumour whatsoever!)
I faced my program and kept my own counsel not discussing the challenge with people but looked unto God who said, “BE STILL.