Miracles Along the Way

The cost of the treatment in Boston was going to be a lot of money. My parents weren't rich; I mean, having Beth and I live out on our own helped some, but paying for flights, hotel, chemotherapy, specialist visits, etc were going to be a pretty penny.

The church that my parents helped lead worship at and attended took a special offering that not only helped pay for their costs, but it paid for Beth, Brian, Aly and I to go out to visit Boston during his treatment.

But God still had some tricks up His sleeve. My dad mentioned to a CAMA camp friend that they would be having extended treatment out in Boston and it was gonna be expensive. The friend mentioned that a former pastor of theirs had moved out to the Boston area and then asked if Dad wanted him to ask if they could find someone for them to stay with. Dad said yes. Next thing you know, Mom and Dad created a lifetime friendship with the Hudecs. Mom and Dad stayed with them many different times. But not only was there a friendship there, Brad had been a doctor (I want to say ER doctor, but I don't really remember the detail). For a patient going through chemotherapy and stem cell removal and stem cell replantation living with a doctor is a HUGE blessing. One day Daddy's port started bleeding (I think it was his port, where they stuck in the chemo and stem cell stuff) and Brad was able to get him all fixed up with no problem.

Now here is the kicker.....shortly after Mom and Dad finished their long term treatments out in Boston, Brad and Kathy moved back to Washington. God put them in the right place at the right time to bless my family HUGELY.

I have no doubt there are so many more miracles, but right now this is all that I have to say.

<3

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  1. UnknownOctober 3, 2018 at 11:31 AM

    LOVING reading how God's hand is all over your family's story.

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