This happened over 10 years ago. I was lying in bed with a terrible, terrible cyst on my leg that I think was infected. I had it for over a week and it never got any better, worse in fact. It was causing me to have horrible sweats and I couldn't stay warm or cool. It was a constant back and forth between the two temperatures.

I was Christian at the time, so I prayed. I prayed and prayed for the pain to go away. Then, and I think this is the key part of the story, I accepted death as a solution to the pain. I unlocked my front door so my family could find me when I died, and I said my goodbyes in my head. And drifted off to sleep.

I woke up totally fine, haha!

Here's what I think happened. I was focused so much on the absolute fact that death would heal me and thus remove my pain, that I drew that reality to myself. The one where I'm totally healed. And it became my present reality. How this is different from other times I didn't heal, likely lies in the fact that I truly did believe that was my last night alive, and that when I passed through the night, I would 'wake up' to no more pain.

Edit: I want to add... If I was healed after giving up the idea that I couldn't be healed (ie that I inevitably will be healed), then you can do the same for anything. Give up the idea that you'll always be poor and you will one day (maybe very soon like with my case) not be poor. Give up the belief that you're ugly and you'll stop being ugly.