In May 2024, a woman in London received the diagnosis that every woman dreads. Breast cancer. The word that divides your life into before and after.
She did what most people do first: she was terrified. The scans, the consultations, the treatment plans — everything moved fast, and all of it felt like falling. Chemotherapy was scheduled. The future, which had seemed wide open a month earlier, suddenly narrowed to a series of appointments and waiting rooms.
The Fear
Cancer has a way of making the world very small. Your life contracts to the next scan, the next blood count, the next conversation with a doctor who holds your fate in a manila folder. The fear is not just about dying. It is about the losing — losing your hair, your energy, your sense of who you are. Losing the ability to be the person you were last month.
This woman felt all of it. The diagnosis was fresh, the fear was enormous, and chemotherapy was about to begin.
The Healing Rooms
But she did something that changed the trajectory of her story. She found the London Healing Rooms — a ministry in Leyton, East London, where trained prayer teams offer free, confidential prayer to anyone who walks through the door. Christians, non-Christians, anyone.
She began attending weekly. Every Monday, before her Tuesday chemotherapy session, she went to the Healing Rooms and let people pray for her. Not once. Every week. She made prayer as much a part of her treatment plan as the drugs being pumped into her veins.
During one of those prayer sessions, a word of knowledge came — a specific impression that God would heal her before the chemotherapy was even finished. She held onto that word. She took Holy Communion. She let the peace of God settle into the places where the fear had been living.
The Scan
On July 23, 2024 — barely two months after diagnosis — she had her scans. The results came back.
NO TRACE of any cancer. Anywhere in her body.
The lump was gone. The surgeon confirmed it. The oncologist was visibly surprised. He had expected progress, perhaps — some shrinkage, some response to treatment. He did not expect this. Complete disappearance. No trace.
The Peace That Came First
Here is the part that matters most for anyone reading this in the grip of fear. The peace came before the scan. The fear broke before the cancer did.
Every Monday, in a room in East London, a group of ordinary Christians prayed for this woman. And every Monday, she left with a little less fear and a little more peace. By the time the July scan confirmed what God had already told her, the fear was already gone. The healing of her body confirmed what had already happened in her spirit.
What This Means for You
If you have just been diagnosed with cancer and the fear is suffocating — you do not have to face it alone. There are people in this country who will pray for you. Not for money. Not for show. Because they believe that the God who made your body can heal it.
The London Healing Rooms are real. The prayer is real. And the God who removed every trace of cancer from this woman's body in the summer of 2024 is the same God who sees you right now.
You do not have to understand how it works. You just have to show up.
