I will never forget the moment when I heard those words, "Mrs Rowtcliff, this might come as a shock but you are going to need new lungs!"

You will remember from my last blog that I had just been diagnosed with LAM disease. This meant that there was so much damage on my lungs that the doctors wanted to put me straight on the transplant list.

I suppose I should have reacted with shock, upset, surprise...but I think I just said, "ok." The doctors tried very hard to get a response from me- I think they thought I was refusing to come to terms with it. I understood what they were saying but I all I was thinking was, "yes, I'll need new lungs...but from Jesus!" As I told you in my last blog, from the very beginning, we were believing for a miracle- for new lungs!

From that moment, we prayed and prayed and prayed until eventually I was called in November for a lung transplant assessment in Birmingham. We knew before I went what the verdict would be. The sense of peace from God was overwhelming.

The first thing that shocked them was the fact that the nurses had to chase after me down the corridor for the walk test! Not a usual thing in the transplant centre! Then the consultant pretty much tried to persuade me out of having one. It is easy to assume that it is a case of just swapping your lungs for somebody else's but it is really not that simple. He said that 50% of his lung transplant patients have lung rejections or die in the first 5 years and some don't survive the operation. If they are initially successful, they could fail at anytime and really it is just like swapping one disease for another with all the drugs and check-ups involved.

Please hear me when I say that I think that the medical profession are awesome- they do a great job! I believe that God gave us minds to come up with these things but transplant versus a miracle- Il go for the miracle everytime! Anyway, faithful God came through for me as always and after a short chat with the consultant, I was completely discharged- no need for a transplant!

So in a matter of months, I went from needing a transplant to survive to totally discharged- a miracle in itself! Now I could just focus on getting stronger. This was only the beginning of my healing journey. Read my next blog to find out more!