16 rise from dead in brazil floods, page 3

My dad had stage 4 lymphoma that eventually took his life, but early on in his treatment, he and I attended a Catholic healing mass. He was a Catholic, but I was never raised with any religious teaching whatsoever. I was skeptical of the whole faith healing type scenario, but he insisted I go with him as I had developed cardiomyopathy of pregnancy while carrying my daughter. The condition causes congestive heart failure and is often fatal. Prior to my daughter's birth a couple of months before, I was showing symptoms but was misdiagnosed, so I had an emergency c-section and developed pulmonary edema that same night. My prognosis wasn't good, but I was managing along ok.
Anyway, I went with my dad and I just figured it would make him happy and maybe give him hope at the very least. When we arrived at the church, it was packed, standing room only, but someone gave up their seats to us. After a brief service and communion, we were lined up along the sidewalk outside, people on each side facing one another. The priest, who was supposed to be blessed with healing hands, walked along the sidewalk touching people and praying. Men stood behind each person being touched in case they fell down with the spirit of the Lord. Not everyone fell. Some just stood there like normal. Other collapsed to the ground, but revived quickly. When they got to us, I figured we'd both be left standing. My dad was not the kind of man to fake anything, so I knew when I opened my eyes and he was no longer standing beside me that something real had happened. He was lying on the ground where the catcher laid him, but aroused quickly and spoke to me. He seemed exhausted, like everything he had had been taken from him. He said he was fine, but this power came over him. He continued on chemo, and had three years of wonderful remission before his cancer returned and could not be stopped. He died, but I went on to continue raising my daughter, get married, and have another child that I was advised by my Dr. to abort to save my life(Cardiomyopathy of Preg. is nearly always fatal in the second pregnancy). I didn't and when I had heart test, they all came back negative until after my son was born and the damage strangely showed back up again. So who got healed? My dad or me or both. I'm no longer a raging skeptic and I love hearing the story of people rising and being healed.