Keeping you in my prayers!

I am not your average theologan nor do I want to be one. I am just a simple soul being wracked by this great power presently that I cannot explain in the first place to begin with. But let us get back to the main title for a moment. It is not my intention to make anyone uncomfortable when I introduce a religious term onto the blog, yet prayers for my well being were offered throughout my ordeal. It seems that my soul was hungering for these offerings and your assurances to keep me in your prayers. Unexplainable things have happen to me over the past few days and it feels that these great rivers of energy have formed a confluence near me, shaking me to the core.

She was your typical slightly built Latina woman. She was the little housemaid at the University Inn when we checked in. She had glanced at me briefly and taken in all my medical baggage which I need for my daily dialysis needs. Perhaps, she was aware that it would mean extra work in the form of additional thrash. Then she looked at me a bit more closely and in a short exclaimed latin accented comment she said "Ducks, bueno". It took me a moment to translate, that she meant, she referred to Duke's medical facility. She went on in Spanish to let me know that she had had surgery in connection of her pregnancy. While, I have travelled to Mexico frequently, I am not accomplished. Why did I understand her so clearly?

Then she looked at me again and said malo, which I had no quarrel with. My face as the result of the steroids has turned into the classic moon face and there was no denying the truth. She had come closer and had taken my hands and folded them for me and proceeded to pray for me. Why?

The ICU ward was rocking with laughter after my operation as the attending staff was trying to bet me back from wherever the had me deposited. It seems that Ken had discovered that I was German and he urged me to oerform my best Arnold Schwarzenegger routinte. I guessed that he must have really liked the part about "puffing you up! as I had put it, because Charlie his partner had never seen him so excited. Over a patient coming out of recovery. They both said that I had made their top 5 list, whatever that means. Then they went on to let them "what do you see? Oh, dear Lord I said to myself, I can't say that. So I fibbed and told them that I saw purple candles. They were once again rocking with laughter.

While in ICU I was joined by my sister who had travelled with Chuck to Durham to be close to me.
Then a layminister appeared and asked if he could pray with us and offered us communion right there among the medical equipment?

Why at this moment? My sister and I had drifted apart over really non-issues over the years and here we were side by side taking in the holy host in a monumental way. Why? The words, that hammered into my brain, were not different from prior communions had celebrated. "Take this body".

Well, why did I find out that subsequently to that, my tumor the worst of its kind was successfully and no remaining traces.

If you have the answer let me know. I am overflowing in these blessings here.


Why?

We are oreparing to break camp here later on and will try to be back in Athens by sundown. Our good friends the Katsiba's from Charleston have been wonderful. I now even have Duke blue devil skull cap. They walked miles to buy me one. It will be good to be home. I have already a couple of appointments scheduled for me starting Monday, howeverI am also looking forward to some visits with you. Ed and Marianne we still need toast your brand new Marriage. How was your honey moon.

As for me, have been granted a new lease on life. Yes, I have been on an emotionsl roller coaster and I have been granted this river of personal sea changes

Your daily support has uplifted meto an extent, that I have not thought possible.

Keeping you in my prayers!

Love,

Peter