On hindsight, God must have had to sound the alarm bells on me to tell me that I wasn't getting fat but in fact was very sick and needed medical help. In the wee hours of the morning on May 16 2003 (three weeks after those strange 'gastric pains'), the Lord gave me severe chest pains to alert me. It hurt to even breathe. Chris had to carry me into the bathroom. I was frightened and sobbing uncontrollably from the pain by the time dawn broke. We rang my brother Francis in Singapore and he told me that I needed to rush myself to emergency service without further delay.

I was warded at the Royal Brisbane Women's Hospital (RBH) where the first miracle took place. As soon as the hospital staff finished all kinds of tests on me, I found that the excruciating pain in my chest had subsided much. Later I was advised that the reason for the chest pains were due to two to four litres of fluid in my lungs and several lesions. (This fluid later mysteriously disappeared on its own, requiring no drainage). Then they gave the bad news: the tumour was cancerous. I lay there in my pyjamas for a long while, staining my pillow with my tears and asking God in prayer, to carry me through this nightmare and to give me another chance to live.

We made phone calls home to Singapore to inform the family, and my brother Francis insisted I hurry back to Singapore as soon as I could so that he can be involved in my treatment. Mum wept all the way on the plane while I prayed, but I was surprisingly calm and I recall feeling God's love flood into my heart.

When I arrived in Singapore, the tumour had grown so aggressively it was 17 by 10 cm, with assorted other tumours all over my lymph nodes in the neck, upper chest and abdominal regions. Doctors said I was carrying a near maximum load of cancer (about 98%) and my body would shut down in a week and I will die if untreated, or if my body didn't respond to treatment. My life could end in just one week.

Highly toxic regimes of chemotherapy began on me to save my life. The sessions left my body wasted, weak and depressed. It was the darkest and loneliest time of my life. You are so weak you can't even hold the bible or pray because of the intoxicating drugs and pain. Chris had to read the bible to me and I could only pray from my heart, unable to pray from my lips. I needed self-injections daily to boost my white blood counts so that they would not fall too low and make me susceptible to the slightest infection that could be fatal to me. I said little, ate little and slept little, but I did get to spend beautiful moments with the Lord communing with Him in prayer, devotion and worship that gave me all the comfort that I needed, no matter how tough the road ahead seemed. He gave me the peace in my heart that transcends all human understanding as the Bible says in Philippians 4:7. He guarded my heart and mind, and I was able to 'be anxious for nothing'. About three churches were praying and fasting for me: Calvary Assembly of God and the Barker Road Baptist Church in Singapore and here in Brisbane at the International City Church.

My eldest sister Julia took me an evening service at the Covenant Vision Centre where Rev Francis Khoo laid hands on me and prayed. Without previously knowing me, the Holy Spirit gave him the wisdom and knowledge that I was suffering from cancer. "Where is the cancer?" were his immediate words to me. Rev Khoo then prayed and gave me a prophecy that 'he saw children'. I was astonished as we had never planned for children although were given previous prophecies similarly. I knew then that it was truly God's confirmation of His word regarding our future kids and that the word given by Rev Khoo was, as he said, 'a sign of the Lord's complete healing work' in me.

My darkest moment of the enemy's attack came one night when I was crying from the migraines and indescribable bodily pain, and I was desperately crying out to God for his mercy and begging Him not to forsake me. I wanted to give up. At that time I had a Hickmann Line installed in my neck for chemotherapy – these were three tubes looped in a tunnel in a gaping open wound covered by a transparent dressing on my neck. The wound had to constantly be dressed as the flesh was deliberately stopped from closing for the tube to remain intact. The pain from this open wound was unbearable. Trying to sleep at all with the Hickmann Line and the pain it caused every waking minute, was virtually impossible. I had thought, 'This is it. I can't do this, Lord. I can't go through this. It's too hard. Please, Father, take me right now to be with you.'

But God spoke to me in a clear and firm inner voice, "No, it's not time to give up. I love you. You will not fear."

Then the vision came. I was weeping at the feet of Jesus at his throne, whom I saw was a blurry figure covered in blazing white light dressed in a white priestly robe. He was cradling my face on his lap, and Jesus was weeping too, with me and for my pain. And his own tears fell and rolled from my cheek to my belly, healing the tumour. This vision kept me going ever since.

That same week after the vision, my Hickmann Line became infected and was removed.This was the second miracle. It was too easy to dismiss it as another misfortune when you have to go through trauma again. I didn't realise at that moment that God wanted to heal me and I didn't need the Hickmann Line at all! A Hickmann Line was an intravenous catheter inserted in cancer patients expected to undergo chemotherapy for six to twelve months at the least. I experienced much bleeding and immense pain from the procedure to remove the line.

After two chemotherapy sessions followed by a CT scan, lo and behold—nothing was left of the tumours except for a 4cm 'piece of something' in the abdomen. This was my third miracle. Normally it takes about four chemos to remove 1 cubic cm of cancer cells...and there I was, in just two chemos, nearly the whole chunk of cancerous tumours and cells were wiped out!

I went on to complete three other sessions and the last CT scan revealed no sign of the disease. I was what they call "in remission". My oncologist shared that when he first examined me, he didn't expect a cure nor was he going to proceed for one. I was in such bad shape that all they were thinking of doing was to prolong my time through chemo and to make me as comfortable as possible. This was God's fourth miracle for me.

I have been home to Brisbane since August 2003 and I thank the Lord for His many amazing miracles for me. It is indeed a privilege to be God's child and not succumb to the facts that medical science present. We worship a true and living God whose Hand and compassion is never to short to cover us and answer our every need, no matter how grim our circumstances may look. As believers we are called to have joy in the Lord and to trust Him for healing us both physically and emotionally.

Katherine has since given birth to a healthy baby girl, Belinda Mia Eliza Lim, in February 2009. God has indeed completed His healing work in her through His miracle of this first baby. Previously doctors have said that she was highly unlikely to conceive as fertility could be less than 5% due to the negative effects of the harsh chemotherapy regime she received.