Note: The following Amazing Testimony was posted on X from Jeff Rose on 22 May 2025.
Here is the link : @JeffRoseTV to the original thread which was written verbatim, minus the emojis.
Used by permission.
“JEFF, I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS…”
Hello, everyone. What I am about to share is much more than just a praise report. It is an account of the literal MANIFESTATION of what the power of faith, prayer, and surrender to the Spirit of Almighty God can do.
It is also rather long.
Well, it is REALLY long. But, so many of you deserve this detailed explanation of where I find myself as of today. I
want my journey to hopefully benefit others in some way — in more ways than I can even imagine, actually. I pray it will.
Please reread the quote above.
It may be a slight paraphrase of Monday’s words from my oncologist, but it most definitely represents the overwhelming and evident sentiment he displayed.
And, YOU are responsible!!
The last few days of news headlines have been very interesting. The abundance of information the public is learning about Joe Biden’s prostate cancer is also educating many about my situation.
Even the same types of cancers are unique and specific to each individual patient. But — almost unbelievably — my cancer diagnosis is identical to the former President’s.
We are both stage 4, Gleason 9, metastatic, with numerous lesions in our bones.
Gleason scores range in danger from 2 to 10. So, Gleason 9 is a very evil and very aggressive cancer cell.
Many people, including myself until recently, are under the impression that prostate cancer is easily treatable, is less threatening, and generally considered to be “a better cancer to have” if you have to have cancer.
This is not true in many cases.
All cancers are bad. And the type Biden and I have is a horrible killing cancer.
Statistically, neither Biden’s survival rate, nor my own, is very good.
For a few valid reasons, until now, I have refrained from sharing too many negative and frightening details like these about my cancer on social media.
Firstly, I don’t want the scarier aspects of my disease to affect my loved ones, especially my children…and, most especially, my precious daughter, Kayla, who is 6 months pregnant with my first grandchild.
I’m not hiding truth from them. But, I am making conscious decisions not to bombard them with details that could very likely suck them into a downward spiral of fear and despair any more than the reality of their Dad suddenly having cancer could potentially already do to them.
(Let me state here that there is no way I could possibly be more proud of the way both of my children are handling this.)
Secondly, after coming to terms with the initial (and normal) shock, fear and gravity of my diagnosis, I have chosen to willfully focus on everything that is good, pure, and noble FOR MY OWN SAKE, removing as much negativity as possible from my life, especially in regard to my cancer.
Some days it is easier to accomplish than others. But, for the most part, I’m achieving this goal and it is keeping my faith, my hope, and even my physical body much stronger.
In fact, in regard to the onslaught of media coverage about Joe Biden’s case, I only allowed myself to watch a very limited amount of it. The newscasters’ continuous descriptions of how dangerous his/our cancer is was beginning to frighten me…and, I already fully understood literally everything they were saying.
Thirdly, my God has clearly instructed me through Scripture to focus only on the good and noble things in life at all times, for all of the reasons I just mentioned and many more. But, especially when going through trials like this, we need help and encouragement from others.
That said, I give many, MANY thanks to my dear friends — and fellow cancer SURVIVORS — Denise King, Jeanna Bonds, and my “Sis from Another Miss”, Donna Douglas, for helping me understand the absolute importance of this positive mindset and for helping me follow through with it even when things get really scary, really painful, and really tough.
I love and appreciate these three ladies so much, along with all of my close family and friends who are helping me in so many ways like this.
So, I’m describing my plight in this post in more graphic detail today in order to put this latest news in its proper perspective. After this post, I fully intend to revert back to mainly highlighting the good, the noble, and the positive.
Please reread the quote at the top of this post once again.
About a month ago, I was backed deep into a very dark corner and was forced to ask my oncologist that ever-dreaded question…
“How long do I have left?”
He looked me in the eye and solemnly said, “Jeff, you have two years…maybe three, if we’re lucky.”
Those words, or anything close to them, will change a person forever. It certainly did me.
He went further to tell me that because my cancer was so aggressive, he wanted to attack it immediately from every possible therapeutic angle he had access to:
– Hormone Therapy (chemical castration);
– Chemo; and,
– Radiation
Up to this point, the only imaging we had was a pelvic MRI from 6 weeks earlier that had already confirmed the cancer and the bone metastases in that area, which included a likely involvement in pelvic lymph nodes and my bladder.
Because we still needed to get a full body scan in order to find out where else my cancer had escaped, and also because my doctor could see I was devastated and overwhelmed by all of this news, we eventually decided together that we would start with the hormone therapy only, monitor how my body and cancer markers respond, and regroup after the body scan regarding chemo and radiation.
Everything was frightening and dangerous — not only the cancer, but also every treatment option. I know my fellow cancer survivors and their family members can relate to the depth of this truth.
This was the point I surrendered, realizing I had to truly let God take over every single aspect of my life.
I could continue to let fear reign over me, reluctantly stepping into every subsequent and terrifying treatment option — or, I could completely trust my Lord and Savior to guide me and lead me every step of the way as He promises He is willing and wants to do.
Over the past few weeks, I have shared with you here how powerful and authentic that surrender has been. It is the most powerful transformation of body, mind, and soul that I have ever experienced. There are no words to adequately explain my profound gratitude to Him for this reality alone.
In this regard, even at the risk of appearing crazy or dumb, I thank God with every fiber of my being for my cancer. I truly believe it has already saved my life…my eternal life.
So, in this new state of unfathomable peace in the midst of the biggest storm I have ever had to walk through, and while having to wait even more weeks to get to my full body scan, I began the hormone therapy — injections in my belly every three to four weeks coupled with 1000mg of a second hormone blocking drug by mouth the very first thing every morning when I wake up.
Scary stuff for sure, but there have already been so many confirmations of God’s presence throughout.
For instance, after overcoming the initial extreme concern over the possible negative side effects of the oral hormone blocker, and just after praying over it before taking my very first wake-up morning dose, there was a literal EARTHQUAKE…in ATLANTA, GA!!
I kid you not. I had just woken up, reached for the medicine vile, held it in my hand, and told God verbally that I trusted Him to bless the drug for my benefit and not my harm. Then, only two or three seconds after saying out loud, “…in Jesus’ name, Amen,” a 4.5-ish earthquake hit the southeastern United States!!
Having lived in Los Angeles for almost two decades, as soon as our house began to shake, I knew exactly what was happening.
And, yes, I know that earthquake effected many hundreds of square miles, but I took it as another huge, direct and personal confirmation that God was with me.
After ten full days of that drug and a month of the other, I can tell you the side effects are as mild and harmless as they can possibly be.
One of the more noticeable and benign side effects is fatigue. The first couple of weeks after the initial injections, I felt more tired than I used to feel after literally running seven miles.
But, I had already made up my mind that I was going to listen to my body, give in to the fatigue when necessary, but also fight against it when able.
I have to say I am proud of myself for getting out and hiking and exercising as much as I have. For over a month, I have been increasing my distances and my pace. This month, I have been completing about 20 miles per week!
It is helping in so many ways, not the least of which is the reality that it’s staving off that severe fatigue and other not-so-pleasant side effects these harsh drugs could bring.
All this time, besides the walking, I have been doing other things I can do on my own to fight this cancer. I have immersed myself in every possible resource I can get my hands on to discern and learn the truths about my cancer, what organized western medicine can and cannot do, what integrative/holistic therapies can and cannot do, and even what controversial therapies can and cannot do.
It’s just the way God made me. I believe the best answers in all parts of these kinds of issues are the result of the right equations of a mixture of all valid possibilities.
I will go into the details of the protocols I have chosen at a later time. But, for now, I want you to know that ivermectin, fenbendezole, methylene blue, and other controversial therapies are a huge part of what I have chosen.
I have also DRASTICALLY changed my diet.
Since my diagnosis, on a daily basis, I am ingesting only a fraction of the amount of sugars I was eating beforehand…and I was already a very healthy eater.
Many thanks to those of you who have sent me info on all these things and more!!
By now, you have probably memorized the quote at the top of this post. So, I won’t ask you to read it again.
But, remember it as I share with you what happened this week.
I finally got the full body scan done about 10 days ago. Monday, I went to see my oncologist to go over the results.
Even with my faith and my surrender being strong, I am human. I walked into his office nervously prepared to find out how soon my chemo and radiation therapies were going to begin.
In fact, with every mile I had hiked over the past month, I had been focused on strengthening my body to better handle those harsh treatments.
Well…
…the very same doctor who told me just a few weeks ago that I only had a few years to live at best — my oncologist, Dr. Steven McCune, who I respect and am truly grateful for no matter what — sat down in his office with an undeniable dumbfounded expression on his face and said…
“JEFF, I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS…”
After a quick moment of not understanding if his news was good or bad, his subsequent smile initiated one of the best moments of my relatively short experience as a cancer patient.
He told me the scan revealed ZERO involvement in ANY lymph node in my body, ZERO involvement in ANY organ or gland (other than my prostate), and that there was no loose fluid detected ANYWHERE, which indicated there is no compromise in the linings of my major organs!!!
I’m literally tearing up AGAIN as I type all of this.
Y’all, this is a literal MIRACLE!!
(For the record, as a grateful native of Marietta, GA, I use the term “y’all” with utmost pride.)
Again, I owe this miracle in large part to each and every one of you who have been seeking the throne of God on my behalf in prayer since this roller coaster ride began.
Dr. McCune went on to explain that my bone metastases are still there, but they are not nearly as big and scary as he had anticipated.
There are also a few other bone lesions that were revealed by the body scan — one on my back on my 6th left rib, one on my C5 cervical vertebrae, and one on my skull just behind my left ear.
BUT, he said NONE of them are big enough to warrant ANY radiation or chemotherapy at this time!!!
At this point he made it very clear that this was a huge exception to the rule within his multi-decade practice with any stage 4 prostate cancer patient he has ever had. In fact, I think it is fair to say that my case might be the first time he has been this overwhelmingly surprised.
He also said that the hormone drugs I’m on are not only already showing signs of slowing down the spread of my cancer, but that these latest images also indicate the very likely possibility that these drugs alone will continue SHRINKING these bone lesions as time progresses!
My friend Denise was with me at this appointment. As I was taking in all of this praise-worthy news, I grabbed her hand and I’m certain I almost broke a few of her bones as I kept squeezing it harder and harder with each additional bit of wonderful news. LOL!
Dr. McCune’s nurse had just drawn more blood before this appointment began. One of the requested tests in the panel was my third PSA screening.
PSA numbers (prostate specific antigen) are one of the best ways to determine how much cancer is in a man’s body.
The normal scale is 0 to 4. Anything close to 3 or 4 is alarming.
To put things in perspective, it was a PSA test I had done back in February that started my journey. My PSA came back over 250. Yes, you read that correctly:
4 is alarming, and mine was TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY.
Just a few weeks later it had risen to THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE.
So, before Denise and I left, I asked Dr. McCune what number he would be happy to receive with this latest test after being on these hormone drugs for a month.
He said it would probably take a day or two to get the number back, but he would be happy and even more confident about everything if the result was a number anywhere close to 200.
Well, yesterday afternoon, the number came back…
TWENTY-TWO!!!!
That is a HUGE difference and another miracle, even if we are only grading miracles based on a scale of what an experienced oncologist would expect!
For those who have made it this far, I am both thankful and AMAZED.
You guys and gals have enveloped me with overwhelming love and support since we let everyone know about my diagnosis.
My prayer warriors are real. You know who you are. You have formed an enormous spiritual army around me and are storming heaven with prayers THAT ARE WORKING. It will take me all of eternity to adequately thank you enough.
Of course, there are more battles ahead. As I explained, even 22 is a very high PSA number. But everything is headed in a positive, supernatural and miraculous direction.
And, guess what? If there are more battles and more mountains to climb, that means there is ample room for even more MIRACLES, too!
I go for my next injections on Tuesday next week. They are painful and they are expensive. But, I will walk back into that clinic with gratitude and an even greater assurance that God has me in His hands.
Please keep praying. I believe with all my heart that nothing gets accomplished on this side of heaven for Kingdom good without somebody, somewhere praying in the name of Jesus.
I will leave you with this picture below. This was me after finishing another fast-paced three miles yesterday.
I have lost quite a bit of weight, and I will probably look a bit older, and I definitely have less hair than the last time most of you saw me.
But I am proud of the way I look!
I am alive! I am getting better!! And, my God is an Almighty, Loving, Forgiving, Merciful God!!!
If you don’t already know Him, you must. He wants you to let His love into every part of your life more than you can even begin to understand.
To HIM be all the glory!! I love you all so much!!!
