As humans we are slaves to our senses. If we can not see it, or touch it, it doesn’t exist. And that is why faith is so hard for many. It requires believing without seeing. But when we are able to believe at the very depths of our soul, our faith can change lives.
Quite a few years ago, shortly after I had finished my active duty service as a neurosurgeon in the US Navy I began my private practice of neurosurgery in Palm Harbor, Florida. One of the first patients I took care of was Shelly Birch. Shelly had a brain tumor and one that I told her would have to be removed surgically. After I explained this to her as well as the details of the surgical procedure and its associated risks, she politely thanked me and got up to leave. When I asked her if she was going to schedule her surgery, she proceeded to informed me she would be having the members of her church pray over her so God could perform the miracle of removing her tumor without surgery.
I was shocked at her suggestion. With an incredulous tone, I told her, ‘that wouldn’t be a good idea’. I continued, ‘if the tumor got even the slightest bit larger it would put you in a coma and you could die’. She smiled and told me resolutely she would be fine.
Several weeks later she returned without any additional neurological problems, actually feeling better than she had in years. She requested that I order I repeat MRI scan so she could see that prayer had cured her. I almost scoffed at the idea, knowing that the tumor would still be there and perhaps even larger. But I agreed, only to show her that she would need me to cure her.
Indeed the tumor was still there, and Shelly consented to having the surgery which I performed without complication. (Interestingly, when I reviewed the follow-up scan with her she didn’t appear all that disappointed. It was as though God’s will was still at work in her life even if the outcome wasn’t as she or her church had been convinced it would be).
Now flash forward almost twenty years. I am more experienced for sure, certainly more mature but without a doubt more religious than I had been when I first met Shelly Birch.
Praying to God for a cure is something that people who are ill should do, but as I have pointed out previously, praying that God would place before us those who can help and possibly cure us is what I believe God would want us to do first. Quite honestly when I treated Shelly Birch, I did not believe God would cure her but I also did not believe God had anything to do with me successfully removing her brain tumor either. At the time I firmly believed that she was cured of her tumor solely because of me. Today, I know that was not the case.
Granted, her story is different from many of the patients I treat with brain tumors because she had a benign meningioma which I was able to completely remove. Not that it wasn’t difficult to do so, it is just that her prognosis happened to be brighter than patients with, for instance, a malignant astrocytoma.
A colleague of mine once said, in reference to malignant astrocytomas and in particular the glioblastoma, ‘we aren’t even treating these patients’ brain tumors (effectively), it’s more like we’re beating them with a stick’. Perhaps from a medical standpoint this may be true, but I think Shelly Birch had more to teach me than I realized at the time.
Actually my experience with Shelly came to mind the other day because of a conversation that I had with the wife of another patient of mine.
Tom Renner is 47 years of age. He had been experiencing symptoms of sinusitis and so he went to his primary care physician. Since he had also been having a low-grade fever and night sweats, his doctor prescribed an antibiotic. After finishing the prescription, his symptoms persisted and so his doctor prescribed a stronger antibiotic. But this didn’t help either and in fact he began to develop some pretty severe headaches. It was at this point his doctor sent him to the emergency room at Mease Hospital.
An MRI revealed Tom had a tumor in the right frontal part of his brain. Because most of the tumor appeared to made up of a cyst and he had been having a fever at night we thought this could represent an infection or a brain abscess. Although deep down I didn’t feel he would be so fortunate.
Indeed it turned out to be a malignant astrocytoma. Surgery went well enough but because the tumor extended to wall of the cerebrospinal fluid ventricle within the brain I purposely did not attempt a more aggressive resection but instead implanted some chemotherapy wafers on the surface of the tumor that visibly remained.
Tom was discharged within five days, with arrangements made for him to begin his radiation treatments in two weeks. Unbeknownst to me, he and his wife Renee had sought out additional opinions at Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa and then at Duke University in North Carolina. Because of logistical difficulties starting Tom’s treatment nothing was done and two months passed.
Tom then began to experience some increasing headaches and a repeat MRI was done. Because of the findings I called Renee.
‘The tumor has come back’, I told her. ‘In fact’, I continued, ‘it’s probably bigger than it was when I operated on it two months ago’. She was devastated, although she was not that surprised given Tom’s symptoms. She explained the events of the last two months and how frustrated they both were that they could not get the physicians from the different institutions to co-operate with one another.
I told her that additional surgery would probably not be the answer at this point and they should pursue the aggressive chemotherapy and radiation recommended by the local oncologist Tom had just seen. Not having much more to add medically, I told her I would keep Tom and her in my prayers. She thanked me and I hung up.
The next day I remembered Shelly Birch and how I could not believe she was going to walk out of my clinic to pray that her tumor would disappear and now I was praying that would happen for Tom Renner. If only the depth of my faith could be a fraction of what Shelly had, I thought.
As I take care of more and more patients with malignant brain tumors (on occasion, with God’s help, using a ‘very big stick’), I have become convinced that God has a larger role than I could ever have in trying to cure them. In reality, I only treat these patients and it is only God that can cure them… and He’s probably responsible for most of the long-term survivors, too.
‘And Jesus answered them,
“Go and tell John what you hear and see:
the blind receive their sight and the lame walk,
lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear,
and the dead are raised up,
and the poor have the good news preached to them.
And blessed is he who takes no offense at me”.
Matthew 11:4-6
