I posted the other day on something that took the family by storm. My auntie had a acute heart attack. She was sweating and her chest was hurting so bad. She couldn't go up the stairs and decided to call her son to take her to the hospital. After taking her to the hospital they did and EKG and the nurse ripped the paper out of the EKG machine and took off out of the room. My cousin was a bit confused and frighten. Few minutes later and they rushed her to the back and gave her a room. Right away the doctors took the appropriate measure to determine how bad it was. They then told her, she has to be transported to another hospital. She was air lifted to Camden Cooper Hospital. There, they did a procedure called a balloon and placed a stent where she had the blockage. The next day I found out about what had happened and I was so upset and sadden. I told my mother who comes over on the weekends to spend time with her grand kids. Her heart dropped and we both started crying. I tried to be strong but I couldn't imagine not having my Auntie around. I love that woman so much. The same day my sister called and said we're going to see her. I grabbed my Bible and took it with me. I know, who I pray to every night, Jesus Christ the Lord.
Now we're all in one vehicle and heading up to see this heart broken angel. We got to the hospital and there was her son waiting in the waiting room with his head looking down to the floor. I was going to cry but I held it in. After standing there talking and comforting him, my other cousin, her daughter, came down from seeing her. I took the two tickets and I just had to see her. I took my Bible with me and there I went up to her room. On that bed was an Angel I have loved for all my life. She was so beautiful and fill with life. She was sleeping and I didn't know how to wake her up, so I whispered, Auntie; Auntie, it's me. She woke up and she started smiling. I went up to her and gave her a big, but, gentle hug. I told her that I loved her and what happened to her was not going to end her life. I told her that I have faith that the Lord will not let her die. I reassured her that her life is in God's hands. I was so filled with passion and love for her I could of moved any mountain that stood in front of me. I put my hand on her head and told her how much I love her and that God will not let her die. I told her that if no one else believed for her healing that I would and I put all my faith in those words. I told her she was my angel of life, after all she took care of me like I was her own son.
Today I called the hospital, and my cousin answered the phone. I asked, how she's doing, he said, she was doing better and she has eating all her food. Praise the Lord, I said.
I asked to talk to her and she got on the phone and told me, thank you for everything. What a big relief, I felt to hear her in great spirits. I thank the Lord for His powers of healing and for the answered prayers. She's feeling a lot better like you said, Smitty. Thanks to all that prayed for her and I hope to keep you all posted on her conditions and mines. May you never give up hope in the love of God. Family is so important to be around and spend time with, we're going to change the distance between all of us. We're going to have a welcome home get together two weeks after she gets home. Take care and God bless you all.
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The mortgage on your device is more than your house.
I have a well tuned pacer. I hardly know I have it. I am 76 year old, hike and camp alone in the desert. I have more energy than I have had in a long time. The only problem is my wife wants to have a knob installed so she can turn the pacer down.