I saw the doctor for a diabetes evaluation on Saturday. They took a blood and urine sample. Checked my feet for chronic sores. He said he was looking for kidney issues, retinal problems and other chronic conditions typical with diabetics.

Apart from the last vestiges of neuropathy in my feet, I don't have any remaining symptoms except slightly higher than normal blood sugar levels. My previous doctor said I was the healthiest diabetic he had ever seen.

After I left, I looked at his evaluation. He said, among other things, that I have acute pain of my right knee. It's actually a hairline fracture next to the knee. He also said my neuropathy is chronically painful (no pain exists at all). Finally, he indicated I have chronic dementia.

You would think I was sickly and in constant pain. I haven't had chronic pain in 3 or 4 years. I walk 6 to 8 miles a day (when I don't have a hairline fracture). My lab work is consistently normal.

I asked myself, why does this report seem so negative? I realized that they assume any problem an older person has will not go away without meds. Even then, they probably won't go away. My previous doctor told me with my A1C numbers I should have been very sick if not already dead.

There is a difference between medicating our problems and overcoming our problems. When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, I was told to take Metformine.

God spoke to my heart and said if I took metformine, I would have diabetes the rest of my life. He told me to lay hands on my feet and rebuke the power of the disease. From that day forward, all my symptoms began to disappear. I am now free of its power despite the dire predictions of my doctors.

Today, I was supposed to have surgery. It was cancelled. My doctors couldn’t find the gallstones they originally saw on my CT scans and MRI less than two months ago.

I love when God makes his presence known, especially in a room full of unbelievers. As my dad says, "He has quite a sense of humor."

My blood pressure has been stable for the past several days (I am no longer taking beta-blockers). My heart rate has gone back to normal.

In fact, I’m taking no medication at all, and never did for any of my GI issues.

I keep getting asked “what did you change? Your diet, activity, medication?” I just say — “it’s a God thing.”

My God is a good, good Father and I am forever grateful to be His.

When your neuro-oncologist shouts “Thank God!!!” as he is showing you your scan, that’s when you know. The scan is clean. The spot that popped up is gone. Like, gone gone.

My doctor said him and the entire NIH neuro-oncology team are STUNNED. They got together with the radiology team (decades of experience, some of the best in the world) to try to figure out how it went away and they can’t. They literally can’t find a scientific way as to why it went away. He said “It blows my mind.” And “My colleagues are scratching their heads.”

Then… he agreed that the answer was God. He said that you can mix science and faith, and in this case God is the only explanation.

Is it possible to be shocked but not be surprised? That’s how I feel right now. I am shocked at the spot being gone, but not surprised. I am shocked that some of the best doctors in the world can’t figure out what happened, but I’m not surprised. I am shocked that God did what He says He can do, but I’m not surprised. I guess that’s what faith does.

Ultimately, my words fall short. It is impossible to express my gratitude to each and every one of you who have prayed with/for me, who have encouraged me, who have believed with me. It is impossible to express my gratitude to God that for some reason, he wants to keep showing up in my story.

So, like Dr. Burton said, thank God! Praise upon praise. Show me one thing He can’t do.