Tecla Miceli was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a cancer of the plasma cells in the bone marrow, which is considered incurable. But with Jesus-centered faith, prayer, and a powerful dream, God brought a miraculous healing that confounded her doctors.
Her Story: “They said I had 3-5 years to live,” says Tecla Miceli. “It was dreadful and I was scared to death,” she says. Tecla grew up in Sicily and came to the U.S. as a 16-year-old with her parents.
Fortunately, she caught the cancer at an early stage. Tecla was opposed to chemotherapy so doctors agreed to monitor the progression of the cancer with bone surveys and blood tests every 60 days.
“The oncologist did a spinal and it came out at 17 blood plasma level and the threshold is 5,” says Gary LaFerla, her son, who accompanied his mother to the doctor visits. At 17%, doctors were willing to wait on the chemo.
But after three years of monitoring Tecla, doctors noticed an alarming increase in cancer cells. “It was full blown cancer, at least 27% in her blood,” Gary says.
Raised as a nominal Catholic, Tecla was born again through the influence of Gary and his sister Laura, who were involved at Calvary Chapel in Costa Mesa, California.
Nicky Cruz, the former gang member, was speaking when Tecla visited Calvary Chapel for the first time. Moved by his message, she felt compelled to go forward. “I felt a big flame in my heart literally pushing me to go up there,” she recounts.
“I accepted Christ but I didn’t know what I was doing. I drove home and I felt different. I never wanted to sin again. The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face and I felt so peaceful.”
Tecla finally grasped her daughter’s previous words. “For the first time I really understood what Laura meant when she told me about the peace of the Lord that fills the heart of a new believer and how the sky looks bluer and the grass greener.”
“Throughout my illness Laura prayed with me daily and gave me positive and encouraging words of faith in Jesus.”
Tecla’s faith became a vital component as she faced a potentially deadly health crisis. “This cancer eats the bones from the inside and they will collapse,” Gary noted. “It can be very painful.”
After 36 months, the scan of Tecla’s head now revealed cancerous lesions covering her skull. “She was weak all the time, sleeping a lot, not able to move much,” Gary recalls. “She had blood splots all over her arms and legs. She was very anemic.
“It’s a horrible type of cancer.”
Tecla’s doctors wanted a bone marrow biopsy from her spine before they started chemotherapy.
“I had a whole week to think and pray and was petrified all the while,” Tecla recounts. “I didn’t know if I wanted chemo or if I should just die naturally. I was crying all the time.”
One evening son Gary had dinner with his mother because he was flying out of Orange County the next morning.
After their meal he said, “Mom, let’s kneel down and pray.” They both knelt down together. “Mom, the psalms are full of God’s promises. I want you to read all of them and stand on God’s promises. We will be praying for you.”
Tecla spent the entire week in her patio reading the psalms and praying. “That’s all I did. I prayed that God would heal me.”
She poured out her heart to God: I know I have done it all, I’ve been married, have children, grandchildren, finished college, but I’m not ready to die yet. If you heal me I will tell of your miracle to anyone that wants to listen, she told God.
That night – shortly before her bone marrow test – she had a remarkable dream.
“I was outside a market and noticed I had a cart filled to the brim with long loaves of bread. I tried to give some away but only some would take it.”
Then she found herself dangling from a foot-wide ledge, 30 feet above the ground. “I looked down, thinking I’m going to fall. All these people were looking up. I was hanging from a ledge, but my hand was holding a big thick nail with my right hand.”
She thought she was going to fall and would surely die. “Then I realized the nail I’m holding is slowly creating a crevice and is sliding down. It was slowly bringing me down to the floor. When I reached the floor I cried because it was a miracle.
“It’s a miracle, don’t you know it’s a miracle,” she cried out when she landed safely. “God is real. Don’t you believe me?” She took her shopping cart and started offering bread to people. Some took the bread and others did not.
Tecla awakened the next morning feeling perfect peace. “I understood the bread to be the Bread of Life,” she says.
Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” (John 6:35)
A few days later, Tecla had the bone marrow test, a painful procedure that required a strong sedative, but she woke up peacefully and surprisingly, had no pain after the test.
Gary and Tecla went to meet with the doctor to go over the results. Her first chemotherapy was set to begin the following Monday.
The oncologist had an unusual expression on his face as their appointment began. “You know how problematic this industry has become,” he began. “Look at this. I’m curious. I already know we’re at 27-32, so she’s at full-blown cancer.
“But look at this test I took from the spine…this came back at 5 or 6. That’s impossible. Blood plasma never retracts. It is an axiom of medicine. They must have made a mistake at the lab,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
One of Tecla’s students happened to be a radiologist, who was convinced a more recent scan of Tecla’s skull was a mistake.
The two doctors managed to connect by phone during the appointment. The oncologist hung up the phone and said, “Well, this is completely stupefying to me… I don’t agree but I don’t know what to say.
“Do you believe in God?” Tecla asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
Then Tecla proceeded to tell the doctor about her dream and the prayers for her healing.
The doctor looked at them both with curious amazement and then said, “In 25 years of practice I have never seen anything like this before.”
The doctor finally admitted that all her numbers were down, lower than when she first got diagnosed. Tecla began to cry and Gary was amazed.
“The doctor called it an anomaly — his way of explaining away a miracle,” Gary recalls. “But he too started crying because he was really moved by it.”
When the doctor regained his composure he said, “You are free to go and live your life…I will continue to monitor your blood tests.”
From that point forward, her tests were all clean.
“It was a miracle,” Tecla exclaims. “Both my son and daughter and their families had each of their churches praying for me all that time and I want to thank them all.