This story bears witness to events that took place and that were experienced during the nights of June 24 and 25, 2010 at Flora Clinic Mayo, Rooderport, in Johannesburg, in the Republic of South Africa. An unusual event occurred in a room in the oncology ward.
This event was described and attested as a miraculous healing by the nursing staff of the oncology ward, as well as the attending physician of Juny Mutoba Kensela, the eminent professor Dr Karen Gunther.
For more clarification, here is a look back at the circumstances that preceded the wonderful event.
Juny recalls that that morning, after she had experienced consecutive fevers for almost two days in a row, she got up from her bed very weak and decided despite everything to take a shower, a shower that she wanted very warm because she hadn't stopped shivering all night.
Suspecting that an accident could happen to her during the bath, being all alone in her student room, she took care to spread a blanket on the floor just at the threshold of her shower in order to fall back on should she miss some first aid. At least she would stay warm in it.
What she dreaded actually happened, because when she woke up and regained consciousness, she could not say how long she had been lying there on the floor since she fell unconscious from her bath.
Charmaine Ncube, an old classmate from Petra High in Bulawayo, who was also a student at the same Monash Campus, came to her rescue and took her to the University administration. Charmaine then escorted Juny to the Flora Mayo Clinic in Rooderport.
This is how Juny was admitted in this hospital on the night of Monday, April 26, 2010.
The emergency department treating her immediately took a series of preliminary tests and saw fit to keep her under observation that night due to her pitiful condition, pending the results the following day.
It was there that around her, Juny heard for the first time the unbelievable hypotheses about the two diseases she could be suffering from: AIDS or Leukemia.
Juny recounts that once again, as during her experience in her room on campus, she found herself alone, far from all her relatives, in some strange environment, facing a completely unknown world... Men and women of the medical profession paraded before her eyes, going up and down. Some out of formality approached her to ask her a bunch of questions, visibly unconcerned about everything that had happened to her personally from morning to that point.
The terms so crude “AIDS…”, “leukemia…” were however mentioned so banally in this place, to the point that Juny began to hope desperately that neither of these two misfortunes reached her during the examination results.
In her bewilderment, Juny prayed to God; the only Being that she then felt at this moment so close to her soul while all this personnel although physically present, appeared now only a figurative world, already so distant from her inner fears and from the reality of the moment.
The day after this trying night, of the two alternatives mentioned above, Dr Sloane from the emergency department was the one who ruthlessly came to announce the verdict to her: “Unfortunately, you have leukemia Juny!”.
That is how Juny found herself admitted in the Femina Oncology ward for the days to follow.
A new page therefore opened for Juny, in this new isolation room, which replaced her room at Monash University.
Here would now take place such enriching personal experiences, as she testifies herself with her fine pen in her red diary “He promised to see me through”.
Doctor Karen Gunther, her new attending physician, a clinical haematologist, came to her during her first morning visit, escorted by her team. Juny remembers loving her at first.
“She seemed to me like a peaceful and very kind person, so simple and so compassionate. A person who for once at least here, understood my new universe… Above all, beyond her level of expertise and her professional qualifications, she believed in God and declared it to me unequivocally from our first conversations… »
Juny portrays the passage in this isolation room, like a journey on a train to an unknown destination... In her diary, she spends her time scribbling all day long, of course when her body allows it.
She describes each routine of the nursing staff, which she will soon start decorating. To each of her new friends, she assigns a cute little nickname always accompanied by a sense of humour; a nickname that suits everyone exactly according to their daily life, just to add a little humour in her diary. Those who know Juny well will certainly remember that she took pleasure in cheering up those around her whenever she had the opportunity. Therefore, she simply could not chase this nature despite the four walls.
For example, there are all sorts of cute nicknames for caregivers in her diary, some whose names she continued to ignore until her discharge. She speaks of “moskito” who is the nurse who wakes her up every morning at dawn to draw blood for analysis. There is also "buttercup" - brand of a margarine made in Zimbabwe - who is the nurse's aide who serves her the first tea of the day, and many others... They will soon all end up succumbing to her irresistible affection to such an extent that some nurses would even prefer to come and spend their break hours in Juny's room, in order to enjoy her company there.
Juny settles into her new cosmos, built from four corners of a room and new friends with daily routines. Her immune system is so weak that any outside visit is prohibited to protect her against any infection.
With her nurse friends, she occasionally asks about the condition of other patients on the same ward, for whom she also feels compassion. She even sees herself interceding in her prayers for their healing and for their salvation.
From a day that initially just seemed like a simple temporary passage, we are now counting seven that have already elapsed, and that have made a whole week. Then from a first week, they are now evoking a second one, and even the week thereafter. However for Juny, the days go by one after another so sluggishly because being bedridden, she counts every sixty minutes that make up each hour and all the twenty-four hours that make up a single day. All of this now seems like an eternity...
We are waiting, she says, one treatment after another, one examination followed by another, the same morning analyses, the same daily results, the same hopes... Juny is waiting. Everyone is waiting; specialist doctors, caregivers, family, friends...
After the first thirty days, the chemotherapy was not satisfactory. It was therefore imperative to resume the same cycle for a second month.
The rhythm of my drip is like a train.
A steam engine... going nowhere slowly...
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
We’re both waiting for the kimo.
Kimo was supposed to start already.
Clicking of Dr Gunther's heels on the corridor.
I that sound •͜• ...
Juny testifies that it is during these intense hours of distress and deep meditation that she discovers another dimension of God the Creator. A new and more intimate relationship develops between her and her Saviour Jesus-Christ.
Juny believes God as the only One whose testimony is true. She believes entirely in the reality of the divine promises inscribed in the Holy Bible as words spoken out of the mouth of God and applying particularly to her person.
In her diary, she tells of some very personal experiences lived in her room such as the revelation of her salvation and the depth of the love of her Saviour Jesus-Christ.
She explains in simplistic terms that when she received the salvation of her soul, it was by believing in the love of the Saviour Jesus- Christ, who died for her on the cross and forgave her all her sins. She received eternal life. To her, believing in Jesus is simply returning to him this love manifested for her. She did not believe in God for fear of going to hell.
Moreover, she adds that on the cross of Golgotha, the Lord Jesus-Christ was bruised with multiple wounds in his body. In addition, it was through these stripes that he offered her his healing. Like for her salvation, she testifies that when she believes in divine healing, it is not for fear of dying but it is because she receives with gratitude what was granted to her on the cross.
Juny's faith becomes so heavy and so concrete that she can no longer contain it internally. She then begins to confess it whenever she can. To her attending physician, to the medical profession that surrounds her… To everyone, she constantly expresses the assurance that she has of her divine healing, and this seems a counter-current as to the gloomy picture that her degrading state presents every day.
Admittedly, with the eyes of faith, Juny rather looks at the invisible, at the Creator God who cannot lie and whose promises written in the Bible are immutable. Some nurses admire her courage and are edified by it, while others, feeling sorry for her, liken her faith to some kind of desperate attitude that one would sometimes find in patients.
Juny remembers sleeping a deep, uninterrupted sleep until the early hours of the morning. Which had never occurred to her since the day she had been admitted!
When she woke up, after the blood test, came the ritual weighing. Juny noticed immediately the sudden amazement on the face of the nurse who was about to transcribe the data into her notebook. The later thought she had made a mistake or had misread the weight indicated by the scale that dawn.
She asked Juny to stand on the scale again to double-check the operation. Her shock grew even more. Which this time aroused Juny's curiosity to understand what was going on. In reality, one could clearly read on the screen of the scale 53 Kg! But no! It was simply not possible!
The nurse bent over her notebook to reread the weight collected the day before. It indicated: 47 Kg. Then how to explain that of 47 Kg, the scale displays this morning the figure of 53 Kg? The nurse looked at the electronic scale for reassurance. Everything seemed intact. A third attempt was necessary just to confirm the weight and get to the bottom of it. Because there, we were clearly witnessing something abnormal.
Juny sat on the scale one last time and it was indeed her weight that morning. The amazed nurse could only write down without comment what she saw: 53 Kg on this morning of June 25, 2010.
What had actually happened? Juny had actually gained 6 Kg in one night. She had gone from 47 Kg the day before to 53 Kg in the morning. A miracle had happened in her body during the hours of that night. The nurse understood nothing at all, she stammered a few words in her confusion and left the room, promising that the day's exams and the staff would determine the explanation for all this singularity.
At this precise moment, Juny also did not understand what had happened. When the nurse had closed the door behind her, Juny immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to the scale: 53 Kg clearly displayed the weight! Juny wondered what all that meant. She then went to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, her skin, her swollen cheeks, her whole face was glowing... Was this a question of the healing that she had been waiting for so much and to which she had already begun to affirm? Had the Lord done anything in her?
After only a few hours, the nursing staff stormed into the room to announce victoriously the surprising results of the tests on the blood taken that morning. All blood cancer cells were perfectly restored! The results identified an extraordinary jump in all blood components in mysterious ways (plasma, leukocytes, platelets, red blood cells etc.)
Something incredibly unusual because, according to their explanations, when the chemotherapy would begin to yield the expected results, this would gradually manifest itself until the complete recovery of the organism. After analysing the results of the examinations carried out, Dr K. Gunther the attending physician certified in turn that Juny was perfectly healthy and cured!
Therefore, there was no longer any doubt. This was indeed a divine miracle, as the faith of the patient herself had always testified in advance.
Dr Gunther was about to start her weekend. Therefore she signed on this very day of Friday, June 25, the discharge of her patient. Moreover, in her excitement, she even asked Juny to testify of her divine healing to the staff at her private clinic located right in the same hospital complex. Because according to the doctor, she had always sought to see a miracle happen one day in her oncology ward.
However, just as a precaution, she proposed that Juny spend one more night in the hospital for a final observation. The release was therefore scheduled for the following day.
Juny spent the night of Friday, June 25 in the hospital, a second night after the one on which the miracle had taken place. Doctor Mc Michael, who had taken over from Dr Gunther for the weekend, visited Juny's room. He found there in the file, the discharge of exit signed by his colleague. There was also an atmosphere in the ward about everything that had happened the day before with the patient.
Dr Mc Michael fiercely opposed Dr Gunther's decision and did not want to know anything about the whole story of the so-called miracle. His reason was clear: he himself had physically witnessed the violent convulsion lasting 10 to 15 minutes that shook this patient just 48 hours ago and nearly killed her.
In fact, around 9:00am on Wednesday, June 23, Juny had experienced a sudden malaise that precipitated her into a nearly fatal seizure. A medical team made up of nine people, including three doctors, had rushed to her urgently and, around her bed, had tried its best to resuscitate her. Indeed, Dr Mc Michael, as well as Dr Sloane who had announced the diagnosis to her when she was admitted, were among them.
It was right after this horrific episode, after Juny had recovered and was back in the bedroom, having MRI scans done on her brain, that she was laid on in a prayer of faith. The prayer was made by imposing on her a handkerchief on which a Servant of the Lord had prayed, from a foreign country. And that handkerchief had arrived that same morning. The three people present during the prayer were: Sarah Mujinga Kalonji, her childhood friend who was then a final year medical student; Juny’s mother, who came to South Africa to assist her since her hospitalization, and Juny herself.
The laying on of hands with the handkerchief was done in accordance with the biblical faith of Juny and based on what happened in the time of the apostle Paul in the Bible when believers who were sick and had faith in God, asked to the Servant of God Paul, to pray over the clothes they sent and which were returned to them. Among the clothes, there were also Paul's handkerchiefs which he had used to wipe the sweat during his preaching under the anointing of the Holy Spirit.
It was therefore following this short prayer of faith in the name of the Lord Jesus-Christ in Juny's room, on this morning of Wednesday, June 23, that the miracle of healing took place on the following night of Thursday, June 24, 2010.
Dr Mc Michael therefore categorically refused to release Juny during his morning routine on that Friday, June 25. According to him, he in turn wanted to make sure that the results of the daily blood tests would continue to confirm that there was no more leukaemia.
The next day, Saturday morning, when he returned to the room on his rounds, Dr Mc Michael was himself shocked this time. Because with his own eyes, he could once again witness that a second miraculous event had repeated that night when he had kept Juny in the hospital.
The latter added an extra kilo on her weight of 53 Kg to bring it to 54 Kg! Something that just wasn't achievable overnight! In conclusion, within 48 hours, the patient had gained 7 Kg, and all cancer cells were completely restored. Dr Mc Michael finally convinced, let Juny out.
This is how, following these two consecutive miracles, Juny Mutoba Kensela victoriously left the Flora Mayo clinic on Saturday, June 26, 2010, perfectly cured, after two months of hospitalization. Further examinations following her discharge, such as bone marrow tests, continued to confirm this miraculous recovery.
To God be the glory!
Testimony lived and written by her mother.
Sarah Bitota Kensela,
Bulawayo, August 12, 2022
Zimbabwe