I woke up several times last night thinking about my mom’s upcoming surgery. I was happy when it was finally time to get up.  My dad and I got to the hospital bright and early, and they had already taken her to get prepared. The nurse took us to the area and we were glad we were able to spend some time with her before the procedure. I asked if we could pray before they took her in, but as soon as I started to speak, I surprised myself with that shaky, I am going to cry any second voice. I tried to stop it, but could not. I don’t even know what I said before I knew it needed to end . . . In Jesus’ name, Amen! One of the nurses said, “It is OK. He knows what you are trying to say.” My dad and I went out to the waiting area and received a visit from the chaplain. He said that my mom was on the prayer list. A mere hour later, we were back in the room, the pacemaker was in, and my mom was very much awake. Evidently, they used very little anesthetics to help her recovery. They got her back in her own room and connected all the devices. I was amazed at how her pulse was almost twice what it was the day before, her blood pressure had stabilized, and she had color in her face. I continued to be in awe as I saw her grow stronger in just 12 hours. She went from not getting out of bed or moving her arm to getting up, walking, and eating. All the nursed were just fantastic. At one point, a Eucharistic Minister stopped by and we were able to receive Communion. If all continues to go well, my mom should be able to come home tomorrow. I received notes from so many people praying for her it was overwhelming and wonderful.

I Found God today in what I consider to me a miracle of modern medicine, and in the prayers of so many friends.