No answer comes because no one can hear you. Nothing is up there. You were sold a bill of goods, and I feel for you, I really do, but all you can do is work with your doctors and make the best of the time you have. I’m not trying to be harsh, but all this crying to the heavens will do nothing but add the bitterness of futility on top of all the burdens you are already bearing.
It is not ‘up there’, it is IN THERE.
My. What a bitter, self-centered, and destructive answer. If all that is left is bitterness and burden, then there is no point. Hope springs eternal to those who love YHWH.
I fell ill a little over 10 years ago. Went from hale and hearty to screaming agony in about two weeks. Doctors never did find out what it was, and for seven years I was almost wheelchair bound / bed-ridden. I can nearly count on one hand how many times I left my 12x15 bedroom during those first seven years. I lost my health, nearly all my friends, my business, and finally my family (to divorce). Everything I had worked for... twenty-five years of toil, all gone. It was a terrible and lonely time, very dark and foreboding, to the point that my faith was reduced to a fitfully flickering pilot light.
When healing finally came, it was not the doctors who provided it. It started with a particular prayer and anointing oil, and literally over night pain was significantly reduced. Then came a weird thing with a Christian Cheyenne medicine man. Then came another weird thing with a woman who understood naturalistic healing using nutrition. Then came a guy I didn't know at a public office waiting room who knew everything about me, who left me with a message that profoundly changed my thinking... Then came an opening to buy a house, and the financing to buy the house, and the project of repairing the house to make it liveable.
Sure, and it took me a year to remodel the home, something I could have done before in less than 90 days. Sure, I still have episodes, but they are just episodes, and I know they will end (which is wonderful to know). Sure, I am not able to walk off into the forest and go hunting or fishing (yet), but I can consistently walk 2 1/2 miles at a time - And measuring miles is a delight when one considers that I used to measure in feet.
Am I perfectly healed? No... Not if one measures healing physically. That is most certainly a work in progress, with profound and measured improvement (my doctors are completely boggled). But what this testing has done for me spiritually and mentally is without price. Even if I wind up back in that blasted chair, I will praise God for what He has given me.
So in a word, be quiet. You don't know what you are talking about. The bitterness you impart is not helping anyone, least of all, yourself.
Our God is an awesome God. He reigns.
wastedyears, I have been there and done that. Seek peace. Seek His face. Praise His name. Do not stop hoping and praying for relief and healing. Turn your attention outward, help others, don't worry about yourself. But turn your spirit inward toward the throne. Psalm 23. "He restoreth my soul." Healing does not begin in the body. It begins in the soul, a place (if you are like me) that you have probably neglected fearfully in your trials - Believe in Him. Believe He leads you, and then follow. If you do, I have no doubt you will be amazed at where you will wind up, and the crazy way you got there...