Unexplained Healing Left Doctors Without Explanation

“Rick said, ‘We need to talk,’” Debbie recalled. “I get the pencil and paper out, and he starts telling me what he wants at his funeral.”

For several months, Debbie Francis had noticed her husband Rick’s declining health. It began subtly—with a mysterious weight loss that offered no immediate explanation.
“He got really sick, and he actually threw up a bunch,” Debbie said. “And we knew something wasn't right. Went to the doctor, and they drew blood, and they called us the next morning and said, ‘Your hemoglobin's 5.6, you need to get to the ER.’”
Rick was admitted to Skyline Hospital. There, doctors confirmed he had double pneumonia—and they suspected internal bleeding.

“Being a nurse, I knew hemoglobin 5.6, it's at the verge of being life-threatening,” Debbie said. “I mean, we're down there at the bottom. It was a very scary moment. It was a real moment, what I would call like, ‘Hmm, okay, this is real.’”

He was given four units of blood, but even after transfusions, Rick’s hemoglobin levels remained unchanged.

“They were also looking at things like leukemia, and they were even drawing lab work for crazy jungle diseases that you get,” Debbie said. “I mean, they were looking for some sort of source of blood loss. He wasn't losing blood outwardly that we could see. So I was questioning that, but yet there was no other answer.”

After six days in the hospital, there was still no improvement—and no clear explanation for the ongoing blood loss.

Then Rick had a dream. In it, he heard words—and a scripture reference—he didn’t even recognize.

“He woke up, and Ezekiel 16:6 was in his mind,” Debbie said. “He didn't know what the scripture said. And so I opened up the Bible, and it says, ‘When I saw you polluted in your own blood, live. Yea, when I saw you in your blood, live.’”

“I heard the words very clearly,” Rick said. “‘If you're having a bleed, and you want to stop the bleeding, why aren't you using the Word of God to stop this bleeding?’ And this scripture was in my dream.”

“It was almost like the Lord was saying it, pronouncing it loud—‘Live,’” Debbie said. “It was like it was breathing life. It was just a powerful moment, and I just felt the presence of the Lord right there. And so I took the Bible, and I just laid it on Rick's chest. And I read the scripture again, and we just prayed.”
Their hope surged—but it was soon tested again when the pulmonologist showed them Rick’s latest chest x-ray.

“The last x-ray, there's about that much left in his lung that's still breathable,” Debbie explained, motioning. “All the rest is on both sides is just opaque white. And he said, ‘This is a problem, and we may have waited too long. But we've got to get him on this vent.’”

“He wanted to make sure that I understood there's a good chance that I'll never come off the vent,” Rick said. “There's a good chance that this is it, and you will never leave this hospital.”

“When he said that, that battle of knowing something—that God has told you something—but that here's the facts over here,” Debbie said. “This is what I'm looking at, and this is what I'm seeing. This is what I'm hearing. And I just crumbled. I went out to the ICU waiting area, and I just poured it all out to my friends. The doctors are saying it may be too late.”

As Rick was placed on the ventilator, family and friends across the country began praying. One friend sent a worship song by Don Moen titled “I Am The God That Healeth Thee.” Debbie played it at Rick’s bedside.

“I was just softly singing it, praying it,” she remembered. “And I look up, and I see his hands, and they're doing this to the music. And I see his mouth just barely moving, and I know he's praying. And I see a tear coming down his face. And when I saw that, it just moved me. He was not just on a vent. He was in there, and he was responding to the Spirit of God that I was feeling in the room.”

That night, Rick’s condition changed dramatically.

Pulmonologists came in and said, “Wow. Wow. What happened?” Debbie recalled. “So they scheduled to have the vent removed, and he was up walking with therapy.”

Six days later, Rick was released from the hospital. His recovery stunned the doctors.
“The infectious disease doctor in particular and the pulmonologist were both Christian men, and they all were giving glory to God about it,” Debbie said. “I mean, they just said, ‘We don't know, so God's done what He wanted to do.’”

“It was only after I left the hospital and was discharged from the hospital that they did the final test,” Rick said, “which was a colonoscopy and an endoscopy, and that was to find the source of the bleeding. They never found one.”
The couple now shares their story with passion, pointing others to the hope they found in God’s Word.

“I have such a desire to make sure that people know there's hope,” Debbie said. “Lean into His Word. Lean into what God has told you in His Word. And hopefully you've got people around you that are telling you those things, too—a pastor. And if you don't, get involved in a church and hear that from a pastor, from someone that's in your life in that way. But if nothing else, get in that Word and receive those promises, and that there's hope for every situation.”

“My faith is high for anyone who has a need,” Rick said, “because I know what He did for me. And I know what He can do for them. That's how it's changed. It's not just words to say God is faithful. Our God is faithful. I mean, He knows where we're at. He knows what we have need of, and He wants us to trust Him.”