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13 Years in a Wheel-Chair, But God!

Updated: Dec 21, 2020

Life was beautiful growing up on our farm in Oklahoma. My six siblings and I did chores, played and laughed together. I got married, and we had an active and happy life, raising our daughters on our family farm.

The nightmare began when our youngest daughter was a teenager. It started as a tiny injury under my right ankle. It didn’t heal and it spread up both legs and beyond. I was diagnosed with Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD), which is characterized by progressive severe burning pain.

Every movement and touch caused excruciating pain. Even the wind was painful. Medication, including morphine, muscle relaxants, anti-inflammatory drugs, antidepressants, sleeping pills, medication for bone density, and stomach pills to help digest all the medications, did little to mitigate the pain. There were days I could hardly breath. I wanted to scream, but was afraid if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I rarely left the house because it took days to get back to my baseline level of pain. I was hospitalized several times, and three times my family was told I might not make it.

Isolation was my companion. For 13 years, I was in a wheelchair, constantly attempting to minimize any movement that would trigger burning pain. My husband took a job that he hated so he could take me to doctor appointments. My daughters had to help care for me. My company fought my workman’s comp claim and sent me to 16 doctors trying to disprove the RSD diagnosis. There were court hearings. We dealt with threats of cancelling my insurance. which covered my $1,000 a month morphine bill. There was so much fear in my heart.

“My People are destroyed for lack of knowledge” (Hosea 4:6). Our pastor held a healing school called The Month of Miracles. It was an intense study of what the Bible says about healing. Shortly after, a visiting evangelist made an alter call for healing. I don’t remember what they prayed, but they laid hands on me and prayed. I went out in the Spirit, and later I couldn’t stop laughing. When I got up, I wanted to run around the sanctuary. I knew I was healed.

Joel 2:25 says, “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpillar, and the palmerworm.” That has certainly come true for me and my family. I just celebrated my 16th year of being healed. I am 71 years old, and I work a physically demanding, full time job as a teachers’ aid. I walk 3 to 6 miles a day. I hold my grandchildren and am so blessed to be able to play with them. Living in the country, I could drive to my mailbox. But instead I run... just to show satan I can!

Marquetta Killgore

Tecumseh, Oklahoma

Author of 13 Years in a Wheelchair....but God

#healedofrsd #godsamazingmiracles #supernaturalhealing

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