I needed a blood transfusion

There I was in May 2003, a week shy of my 39th birthday and  having just received what I thought would be a death sentence.  99% of my body was occupied with cancerous cells running through my blood. My own blood was killing me.  Blood is supposed to be a life force.    How can my blood be killing me? You can live without certain organs, but you CAN'T live without blood. I felt defeated for possibly the first time in my life.  But, God told me he would heal me.  His son, my brother, Jesus, shed his clean, pure, life giving blood for me.  He had already exchanged my cancerous, deadly blood for his pure, life-giving blood (Isa 53:5).  I just needed to accept the transfusion.  How do I accept a blood transfusion from a spiritual being??  You can't use a hypodermic needle and tubes.  You have to confess.  I confessed Jesus as my Savior and that He is the Son of God who died for me.  Wow, thousands of years before my birth and cancer diagnosis, God had already set up the way to healing.  He was already thinking of me (Ps 139:17).  He knew from the beginning (Jer 1:5).  He already knew what I needed.  I needed a spiritual blood transfusion.