Before my first brain surgery, You spoke to me. You promised me that I would live but I knew the odds were stacked against me. But you promised me life. I remember crying my eyes out, wondering who would care for my kids, but you promised me life. I remember the nurse that told me that I would have to go back into surgery right after the first one. That angered me! I hated them for that! Until they explained that not going any further wasa good thing. You promised me that I would live. When they said that I would have to have a blood transfusion and would suffer from a heart attack. You promised that I would live. Lord, thank you! I am living and my first book is published. To God be all the Glory! Amen.