For a long time, I couldn’t understand why so many innocent babies and children had to suffer from seizures- including my own son. From the time he was just two months old, he began experiencing frequent grand mal epileptic seizures. It was devastating to watch, and I felt helpless. The pain of seeing my child suffer without relief was overwhelming.
My son was eventually diagnosed with Menkes Disease, a rare genetic disorder known to cause severe neurological issues, including seizures. From a medical standpoint, there was little hope for improvement. But in the midst of this storm, I began to seek answers- not only from doctors but from Heaven.
One day, as I was searching the Scriptures, I came across a verse that changed everything. In Mark 16:17, Jesus said: ” In My name they will cast out demons.” Then in Luke 10:19, He declares: ” Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”
That moment was a turning point. I realized that God had already given me the authority to speak against the enemy attacking my son’s body. I wasn’t powerless- I was equipped with the name of Jesus. With boldness and faith, I began to pray and declare healing over my son together with my husband. We commanded seizures to cease and leave Jadon’s body in the name of Jesus. Our church friend sister Karen constantly encouraged us to guard our heart.
This was how bad the condition looked...
My journey as a mother has been marked by heartbreak, deep questions, and ultimately a powerful encounter with God’s faithfulness.
At two months old, my baby Jadon was hospitalized in the isolation room of the CICU. I was devastated to see him lying there- drowsy and motionless, covered in wires and tubes, with plugs in both hands. It broke my heart. Five days later, he was transferred to the general ward, but from that point on, he began to suffer from increasingly severe seizures.
Almost every two weeks, we found ourselves rushing back to the emergency department at KKH Hospital. I vividly remember one of the worst episodes- his seizure lasted 40 minutes. At the time, I didn’t even realize I should have called an ambulance. Looking back, I felt foolish, but in truth, we were simply lost and terrified. We sat outside the emergency room, heartbroken, unsure what to do or to expect, feeling utterly helpless.
Until he was five months old, we met with the hospital’s genetic team. That’s when I first heard the name Menkes Disease- a rare and devastating fatal genetic disorder. After the doctors left, I turned to Google to understand what it was. My heart sank like a rock as the diagnosis was crushing.
My husband reached out to our church for support, and Pastor Matthew came to the hospital to pray over Jadon. Sisters from our church also visited us regularly. One sister, Keran, visited almost daily. She brought encouragement, communion, and a powerful reminder: ” Guard your heart, Mary! God’s healing has already begun.” Together, we declared God’s truth, rejected the demons’ lies, and boldly prayed and commanded the seizures to die in Jesus’ name.
However, things got worse as Menkes Disease exacerbating...
My son Jadon was already on four types of anti-seizure medications, and the neurologists told us that because of this diagnosis, his brain would continue to deteriorate. More and more seizures were expected. The outlook was grim.
One day, right after the neuro doctor talked to us and left the room, my husband broke down in tears before the Lord. He cried out, “God, I can’t take this anymore. I have no strength left.”
As for me- being a human, a mother and felt exhausted- to be honest, I gave up. I had lost hope. I told my husband that we could have another baby. But he looked at me and said, “I don’t want another child, I want Jadon!”
For the next few weeks, I had fallen into depression. At my lowest point, I quietly planned to end my own life if the day comes. I was prescribed high doses of medication for anxiety and depression, and I hid the bottle of sleeping pills in a corner where no one would find it…
But God did not let my story end there.
As our church sister Karen visiting us daily, her kind-hearted and persistent encouragement started to waken my broken heart. She prayed over my boy, and we took communion together whenever she was there. As days passed, I learned to stand firm and fight back in faith. Even though I was having daily panic attacks and struggle to breathe, I began to pray with renewed determination. My husband visited Jadon multiple times each day- before work, during lunch break and after work. Each time, we took communion 4-5 times a day, each time we commanded the seizures to stop and speaking life over our son.
Jadon was still experiencing 20 to 30 episodes of seizures daily, and they (seizures) constantly changed form as well. It felt like a never-ending nightmare...
Then, on the fourth day of our intense prayer and communion taking, something changed. That late morning, Jadon had just 2 episodes of seizures around 10ish am, and then seizures were completely gone. Hours after hours, weeks and weeks passed.
From that moment on, I knew Jadon was completely healed from epilepsy. To this day, he is already 9 years old, the seizures have never returned.
Even more amazingly, depression left me all of a sudden, and I canceled my follow-up appointment with the psychiatrist. God didn’t just heal my son- He restored my mind and spirit. All glory to Jesus! Hallelujah!
I never forget a special moment during Chinese New Year that year. The neurology team came by doing their rounds, and Dr. Terence greeted me: ” Hey, mummy!” I smiled and replied,” Hi, Doctor Terence.” Then he said something that caught me off guard: “Is something good happening? Because I see you’re smiling.”
I hadn’t even realized I was smiling until he said it! But I knew exactly why: God had blessed us with another miracle!
I didn’t try to explain back then, because I knew he wouldn’t believe me. So, I just said,” No, nothing special.”
A few days later, another senior doctor stopped by and reminded me that most of the team were on leave for the holiday, but Dr. Terence would be on call:” Please inform him immediately if the seizures return,” he said. I answered confidently,” Oh Doctor, I don’t think the seizures will ever come back again.” He replied,” I said IF they come back…” And I answered with a laugh,” IF they come back, I’ll talk to God!”
Sometimes I laugh when I recall those moments, I must be crazy to say all that to doctors, LOL…but deep down, I know what I witnessed: a real undeniable miracle.
To anyone who is facing an impossible situation:
I want to encourage you all … DO NOT GIVE UP! Even when it seems hopeless, please remember there is a God named Jesus who is reachable, and He heals all manner of diseases. He hears our cries, and He responds to our faith. The battle is fierce, but God is fighting for us, and He shall bring healing to your child and restoration to your family, just like how he did for ours!