We have a dear older lady in our Church who has been through a lot of trouble and grief. Her oldest son died just last year.
Last week, her next to oldest child - a girl - became extremely sick, and had been feeling badly for some time.
Margie (I'll call her that because that's her name) was greatly concerned, because her daughter was in San Antonio, in a hospital where there were no beds available, and hadn't been for weeks.
She was in a bed "in the hallway" waiting for a room.
The doctors had examined her and told Margie to prepare for the worst, because all indications are severely advanced colon cancer. Margie's daughter would call and tell her momma "I just want to die, I hurt so bad".
The report was "they will do surgery, but they said there is little hope" due to the blood loss, stats, and all the other doctor stuff I don't pretend to understand.
Long story short - they finally got her in a room Saturday night, had surgery first thing Sunday morning - and the doctors found no cancer at all. There was a (can't remember the name) polyp in her small intestine that had ruptured and was spewing nasty stuff into her system.
A very brief surgical repair, and the daughter began feeling better almost immediately, and is home with Margie as of noon today. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Last week, her next to oldest child - a girl - became extremely sick, and had been feeling badly for some time.
Margie (I'll call her that because that's her name) was greatly concerned, because her daughter was in San Antonio, in a hospital where there were no beds available, and hadn't been for weeks.
She was in a bed "in the hallway" waiting for a room.
The doctors had examined her and told Margie to prepare for the worst, because all indications are severely advanced colon cancer. Margie's daughter would call and tell her momma "I just want to die, I hurt so bad".
The report was "they will do surgery, but they said there is little hope" due to the blood loss, stats, and all the other doctor stuff I don't pretend to understand.
Long story short - they finally got her in a room Saturday night, had surgery first thing Sunday morning - and the doctors found no cancer at all. There was a (can't remember the name) polyp in her small intestine that had ruptured and was spewing nasty stuff into her system.
A very brief surgical repair, and the daughter began feeling better almost immediately, and is home with Margie as of noon today. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
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