"In June of 2012, I had surgery and then was in rehab for 3 months. I didn't heal well and ended up having eleven surgeries back to back. I spent the whole year in the hospital. At one point, I was in the ICU and my blood pressure dropped so low that they thought they were going to lose me. I remember the doctors and nurses standing around the bed. Later, they told me that I never stopped praying and laughing the whole time. I got the best care I've ever gotten at the Med. The doctor came around 3 or 4 times a day, and so many people prayed for me. There was one night when I was so upset. I was tired of being all wired up with IVs in me, and I was just frustrated and crying. I kept saying I wanted to go home, but I meant my house, not my heavenly home. I remember thinking about that old saying: 'When somebody comes into the world, somebody goes out.' I was expecting a great-grandbaby before long, so I thought maybe it was my time. A nurse came in and grabbed my hand and said, 'Come on, I'm going to pray for you right now.' I never gave up, and I got through it all. Wasn't nothing but God."
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