Tuesday

Difficut Days

Below is an email I received from Lavan...Wanda's husband. She was in the middle of Round #2 of Radiation....when it caused her throat to swell shut. She could neither eat nor drink...and became dehydrated. She was hospitalized for 4 days and grew weaker and weaker. After being released to go home, she took herself off the morphine and for 3+ weeks she did much better. She went to a grandaughter's birthday "tea", to the beauty salon, and enjoyed having good days. Gradually, the pain in her back returned and she is now back on morphine. I want to go visit her...just have not been able to at this time. Read below:

Wanda is sleeping right now, Ann. The mornings are quite painful and the
nausea is lasting longer. We had to get back on morphine Saturday. Her home
health nurse is concerned about her getting anemic so they will draw blood
and check that out. We need to get iron into her somehow.

She has been doing so good up until late last week. We have no other avenue
for her but to walk the path of trust that the Lord does all things well,
that she is cared for by Him who knows all things. We are trusting and
claiming her healing until the Lord says stop. A friend of ours made the
statement that we will beat the door of heaven down until we get an answer.
Sounds good but I do want to be careful. There is a parable about being
insistent and getting what we came for. We are trying to do that.

Please ask the Lord on Wanda's behalf to restore her strength, remove the
nausea and remove the cancer. Our faith gets thin more often than I like to
admit these days. The Lord seems to be silent on these bigger issues of
healing. He is faithful to get us through the little things one at a time. I
just don't want to fail her in this hour or bring shame on the Name of the
Lord by getting weak kneed. The answer is somewhere. We must wait for it.