Thursday, August 26, 2010


A couple of buddies dropped by my house last week to drop off an answer to one of my prayers. During the Orientation process it was indicated to me by the Nurse Coordinators, NC that I should be walking on a treadmill for at least 30 minutes a day. My doctors always ask me the question of whether or not I do any kind of exercise. It is always the question I begrudge, with a whence. I usually am prepared to answer them because I know its coming. I always tell them my favorite answer, “I work full time, do house work, chase 2 kids (used to be 4), go to church and do lawn work!” A couple of months ago, one of my doctors looked at me with disbelief and said with a chuckle, “David, you’re more active than most normal people with good health!” He was trying to tell me that I needed to slow down a little and start thinking about myself, in a good way, by resting and taking it easy. I understood what he was saying. I didn’t like it, but I understood. Unfortunately, on most days when I answer that way, they tell me that I need to be doing some kind of sustained exercise, like walking on a treadmill or riding a stationary bike. My usual response is a smile that guards my teeth as they grind. Do they not know that my type of exercise is sustained?!?! I do it all day long!! LOL!

After the NC told us that 30 minutes of sustained exercise needed to be a priority, Angela and I began to pray for a treadmill to either use or buy, though we really couldn’t afford one. Money is no object for God, He owns it all. We passed along the word to a few other people. My best buddy, Brian, put faith to action and started scanning the country side, high and low. He was really excited about putting me to work. This guy really wants me to live longer. He was definitely more excited than I was!! He found one that I could use in his parent’s basement but we came to the conclusion it wasn’t the right one for me because of its size. We needed a small one that folded up against a wall because we have no basement and our house a space saver house. Our house is a little one. So the hunt for a treadmill ensued. Brian called me last week and told me that he had located another one that cost $170.00. I had tell him that we were a little short on cash and weren’t going to be able to afford that right now, but we would pray about it and maybe God will provide for us someway the money we needed. He wasn’t sure if this one was a “space saver” version anyway. Brian said he would make another contact and call me back. Later that day he did in fact called me back and said that he found a space saver treadmill that we could use for as long as we need it---for freeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! He and Gary, another brother in Christ who owns the treadmill, dropped it off and got it all set up for me. What a blessing. God is so good to me.

1 John 5:14- This is the confidence we (Christians) have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.

When they left I went back to my back room were they put it and stared at it for a few moments. I have to tell you that I have mixed emotions about it. I love it because its going to be good for me to use and keep me strong as I wait for transplant, but I really hate it because it was going to be a struggle to get on it and torture myself everyday for 30 minutes everyday. So I decided that I will just have to hate it 30 minutes a day but for the other 23.5 hours of the day I will love it. Since I got it, I walked on it 3 times. I know, I know! I should have walked on it 6 times! I have been a little sick this week and had to sleep in and when I get home from work I’m too tired. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

We found out my fat little beagle doesn’t like it either. After I walked on it for my first 30 minutes, I got down and caught my breath with my hands on my knees. As I was scanning the floor as I was bent over my eyes caught my fat little Buddy snoozing his Friday afternoon away. I looked at the treadmill then Buddy, treadmill then Buddy, treadmill then Buddy. Hmmm......somebody else in the house is going to start a little exercise routine. I chirped a couple of times with my lips and his ears perked up as he made eye contact with me. I must say, I was feeling a little devilish at that moment. Kind of like a little boy causing mischief with his sister. I chirped again and he came over to me kind of sheepishly, like he knew what I was thinking. The only thing that excites that pudgy little guy is oral consumption of some kind. He has an appetite for anything that smells, tastes and looks like food. He eats apples for goodness sake. So I decide to take him by the collar and hold him gently as I tricked him on to the treadmill by pointing to the treadmill, excitedly. Of course, he fell for it and his nose began to search for the prize. Just as he got up there, I reached up to the dashboard of the treadmill and hit the go button. Don’t worry; He didn’t shoot of the end of it in hyper speed. It started at 1 mile an hour, for crying out loud. I wanted to exercise him not kill him. He didn’t know what to make of it, but he did start walking at a panic pace, searching to and fro. That lasted for a few seconds as I continued to hold his collar and guide him. As he’s walking, his eyes widened as he searched for the nearest exit sign. Finally, he decided he was going to stop walking as he slid back to back of the treadmill and plopped his tail end onto the carpet. I continued to coax him back on the treadmill but he wouldn’t have it. His collar began to come up over his ears as he backed away and shook his head back and forth frantically. His body language said it all. It was if he was saying, “No way, man!!! I didn’t pray for that thing!!” Needless to say, there are no mixed emotions about the treadmill for Buddy. He hates it all 24 hours of the day!! I guess I’ll have to keep on TREADING by myself. God Bless! ---David

Monday, August 23, 2010

Hose Head

Back in February 2010 the doctors with the agreement of my oxygen deprived body thought it would be a good idea to come home from the hospital with a hose on my face. The coughing fits were getting more severe and any exertion would put my body into frenzy. Just getting dressed, taking a shower, and getting ready for work was like the last lap of a 4 minute 30 second mile. That last bout in the hospital destroyed some more of my lungs.
My greatest struggle was not the lack of oxygen, but with my pride when they told me that I was going to have to have oxygen on my face 24/7. Pride is such a little punk. It can be a little punk and try to dictate your whole life. Reminds me of some little bullies I’ve come across in my day. Tell me, who's proud of the fact that they have to wear a hose on their face. It’s not like a new shirt or a new car. It’s a hose and a tank for crying out loud!! However, it is clear and goes great with every outfit!! As you lady's would say, "It's like a good set of ear rings."

I came home from the hospital and the O2 stuff was delivered to my house the next day. They gave me baby tanks I could wear on my back and large tanks I could roll around in a cart. I was also given an O2 concentrator that plugs into the wall and takes the O2 from the room air and sends it through a hose in a more concentrated form. It was the Ferrari I always wanted- sarcasm included. I like the baby tank for short trips to the store or church but I prefer to take the big tank because it has a longer life on continuous flow. Grant it, I prefer to carry the tank around rather than wheeling it around in its little handy-dandy cart. It makes me feel more macho and tough. It’s another pride issue I’m working on…….one step at a time.

Well, I immediately wanted to take my new toys for a ride. I came home from work and they were there waiting for me. By then I swallowed my pride and decided that I wanted to live a little longer. It’s amazing how a little physical affliction does that. I put my little back pack on with the hose (cannula- I might as well make this educational for you.) under my nose and tucked behind my ears. It felt a little strange at first but I was determined to live, be active and if that meant that I wear a hose on my face, then thank God that He made it possible for me to have this technology at my disposal. Look and stare if you want to but I’m blessed. I think many people probably wonder what a young guy like me has that O2 on my face. The kids are always, I mean always, the brave ones who actually ask. With that curious stare, they pan over my face for a few minutes, they abruptly ask, “What’s wrong with you?” or “Why do you have that on your face?” I respect that about kids. They brutally get straight to the point. It has given me an opportunity to talk to others about Cystic Fibrosis, Lung Transplant, Hope, the Bible, and Jesus. It’s like having a neon sign on your forehead.

What would have happened if I had allowed my pride be the controlling factor in my life? The Scriptures plainly teach that Pride is a sin. Two Bible verses come to mind. First, Proverbs 11:2- When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom. And Second, Proverbs 16:18- Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. It’s defined as thinking higher of yourself than you should. The Transplant Team and others told me that the lack of oxygen can damage other organs in my body. My pride could compound the issue. Not only would I have lung issues but possibly heart, lung, kidney and any variety of other issues. What a fool I would be!! I would be missing out on life, love and helping others.

The O2 delivery man and I had a conversation one day. It was kind of unusual because I’m usually out running around and working when he comes by. He told me that from what he experienced most people when they go on O2 lock themselves up in their homes and don’t come out. He stated that many of them are too embarrassed to come out in public. They slump off into some kind of funk and depression which compounds issues. It is like they’ve accepted their fate of death and the “little punk bully pride” wins.

Shortly after I started wearing the O2, Eden my son, was looking at me out of the corner of his eyes with that curious/mischievous look little boys get. You know the look. He quietly studied me with a smile on his face, and asked, “Daddy, wha dat on your face?” I explained to him that his daddy officially turned into a Hose Head and that he had a Hose Head for a daddy. I tickled him and we just laughed and laughed. Later Angela, my best friend in the whole world, told me that she was proud of me. I asked her why and she told me that I didn’t let it bother me and that I just kept on keeping on and that she was really proud of me for that. I must say, I was one encouraged Hose Head!!!-God Bless, David.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Lung Transplant Story; Part 2

"A lung transplant is needed because the lungs can no longer perform their vital gas exchange function. (Gas exchange: absorbing oxygen into the blood stream and shedding off carbon dioxide from the blood stream) We (the Barnes Transplant Team) evaluate people with severe end stage pulmonary disease, who have no alternative treatment, and who have a disability and rate of progression indicating very limited life expectancy in the range of 12-24 months."

That's a statement taken from the Pre-Operative booklet Barnes-Jewish Hospital issues people who go on "The List". The remarkable thing is that my doctor told me in April of 2008 that by the rate of my digression (they call it progression), he thought that I might have 2 years left. Now, if he was talking about dying or needing a transplant, I'm not quite sure. It's the same thing isn't it? At any rate, it still bothered me!!! So here we are, 2 years and 4 months later and about 6 months ago I went on oxygen(O2) full time which is a huge indicator to the doctors that I was finally worthy of The List. Ok, sometimes they're right but doesn't mean he's RIGHT. God must of given him that little bit of wisdom and discernment. Now, I've been told or you could call it warned my whole life that my life expectancy was going to be short. Cystic Fibrosis is a child killer and back when I was first diagnosed at 1 years old I think the doctor told my parents that I would only make it until I was 6 years old. My parents were good about not treating me any different. My mom was great about that.

I used to blow it off and refrain from thinking too much about it. Now, some days, I can't stop thinking about it. It's usually induced by a rough day of having to sit around and concentrate on breathing..........Breath in.......Breath Out....almost all day on those days. There is a whole lot of grunting too. It is official I am at, what the doctors call, "End Stage Lung Disease". But there's still HOPE!!! I'm eligible for a double lung transplant!!!

The Transplant Team sent us this packet of information with a booklet and consent forms a week before we attended the Pre-Op orientation class on July 28, 2010. Angela opened it up and started reading it then promptly put it down after going through a couple of consent forms. Consent forms like, "Consent to accept an organ from a socially high risk donor", "Consent to participate in a Lung Preservation for Transplantation Research Study", "Consent to Lung Tissue Study", and a few others, not to mention Consent to the Lung Transplant itself. If you're looking to fall asleep to a nice easy read, this booklet they send you would not be it. It's intense. They explain everything to you procedure wise. It's complicated and mind boggling to think that this can actually happen.

We attended the Pre-Op orientation class after we had missed the first one!! I messed up. I didn't check my schedule the day before and I assumed that it was at 10am and it was really at 9am. Angela and I both goofed on that one. I can blame it on the lack of oxygen but she will just have to blame it on me!! We were thinking in our little head that there must be tons of people going to attend this thing but when we got there it was just her and I and Nurse Coordinator (NC). The NC was a very kind lady and actually got a little teary eyed while explaining the procedure to us. It is a lot to swallow. She was explaining to us what the procedure would be like if there was issues with internal bleeding. Lets just say Angela check out at that point. She bowed her head and put her hand on her eyes. It was a little overwhelming for her. For some reason I it didn't phase me. I am weird like that. Taking out all the mystery sets my mind a rest. I love knowledge because it sets you free. Lets face it, I'm going to be on some pretty good drugs, so I won't even be there to comprehend it. I'm going to be three sheet's to wind and on a journey to La-La Land! Angela is going to have to watch me go through all this without drugs. After it's all done she may start drinking! LOL!! Nah! She would never do that. She has never had alcohol before and never will. She will just have to pray hard and rest in the grace of God, knowing he will see her through. We are already praying for our hearts to be prepared for it. You could join us in that request.

Our next meeting was next August 8, 2010. This is the Post-Op orientation. We met with another NC and she was great like the other one we had. She actually has been in the OR with the surgeons and handed them their instruments. She gave us a lot of confidence that day. Her experience and confidence was uplifting and refreshing. This meeting was about all the ins and outs of what our life will be like after transplant. Things like, I will be taking rejection drugs to suppress my immune system and I will have to log and chart things like weight, temperature and micro-sperometry test daily. The charting will give the doctors the clues they will need to detect Chronic rejection, considering it is known to be sneaky. We learned about chronic and acute rejection and all the high risk that come with taking the drugs, the side effects and such. She talked us through the surgery again and I asked many morbid questions. Angela did much better this time around. She actually smiled and laughed--just kidding, Ang. YOU ARE GREAT!

Again, they have to tell prospects all the risk associated with the procedure and after care. It all goes back to that greedy person who sued McDonald's, after they got burned from a cup of coffee they ordered. The world has never been the same after that. Everyone tells you the risk and warnings with their service and product because they afraid of litigation. All "to go" coffee lids have "Caution Hot" on them because we wouldn't figure that out on our own and we might injure ourselves and sue them. These Pre-Operation and Post Operation Orientation classes serve the same purpose. The message is the same on the "LID", "This Lung Transplant is going to hurt and there are many high risk involved. Just don't say we didn't tell you so!" Like we couldn't figure that out on our own?

Friday, August 6, 2010

Born with a platform under my feet!!

About 7-8 years ago I was in really bad shape.The hardest part of my battle with Cystic Fibrosis started around then. Sure, I was sick a few times before, coughing up blood and minor lung infections, but nothing like the year of 2002-2003. That year I was in hospital, if I recall correctly, 10-12 times, for 4-7 days at a time. I was peaking 102+ degree fevers, shivering with chills constantly, loosing my appetite and weight, achy all over, severe night sweats and practically drowning in the mucus and blood from my lungs. The only physical comfort to my suffering was bottles of ibuprofen and hot showers. I took a lot of hot, steamy showers. That is when the damage to my lungs really started. Many nights I would wake up in the middle of the night and be absolutely miserable, soaked to the bone with mental anguish spiritual frustrations. I had so many fears that kept coming up in my heart; I'm going to die young, my wife is going to be a young widow, I won't have kids, and the list can go on and on. I couldn't figure out in my head if God loved me because all this suffering felt like torture and punishment. I prayed for healing more times than I can count and I only got worse. I was so scared and WITHOUT PURPOSE to my life.

One night at 3am, or so, I woke up swimming in sweat and got out of bed. I don't know how Angela stayed dry those nights but she did, amazingly. In those occurrences I would find myself putting on some dry clothes and slipping off to the spare bedroom to try to go back to sleep. However, that particular night I couldn't sleep. I was stricken with fear and anger toward God, again. I decided to go out for a late night drive and pray, if possible. With tears in my eyes and my heart sunk down to the souls of my feet I stumbled my way to the garage and plopped in the seat of the SUV.

I vividly remember that night. We lived in the country and there were back roads going out to fields in every direction. I liked to call it "big sky country". There were no hills, mountains and very few groves of trees. You had a visibility of miles and miles of blue yander in every direction on clear days. That night I remembered a high point in the country that would give me the view of the stars and moon dancing in the sky. I got out there and opened my heart up to Lord. I'd like to tell you that I humbly accepted my situation and received a peace of God that passes all understanding, but it didn't quite go down like that. I told Him that He needed to kill me because I couldn't handle this torture and I thought it would be best that way for everyone, especially Angela.

What was happening was the preasure of my suffering was pushing the sin to the surface of my life. I was being selfish, faithless and a coward all in one instant. I was't relying on the Lord for strength and wasn't remembering his promises. I was mad that he wasn't giving me what I thought I deserved. Not really realizing that what I deserved was to die along time before that day for my sins. Oh, how patient is our GOD!!!! One great thing about suffering is that it humbles you and slows down everything in your life.

I had many questions during that time. One question that always comes to my mind was, "Why, God, do I have this disease? Is it because of my sin? or my parents?" I knew one thing in life and that was I knew how to sin and do it well, if there is such a thing as sinning good. Often, when you suffer you equivocate it to possible punishment and judgment from God for your sins. Believe it our not the Bible says to Christians that we need to consider all hardship as disciple from the Lord. To attribute my suffering to my sins wouldn't be completely off base. Even logically we see sickness come on people who misuse there bodies with drugs, alcohol, sex, cigarettes, food and ect...... I thought maybe I did some bad things with my body to cause this to come on me.I also thought that maybe it was my parents sin because I was conceived before they got married. I wasn't looking to dishonor them. I was just looking for answers. I started searching the scriptures instead of my imagination, because I knew that God speaks to His people through the truth in it and my imagination was futile and morbid.

All these questions I had of God, but no answer was coming. I remember waking up one Monday morning and got ready for work. My heart was heavy again and I began to pray about it. Same questions-different day. I decided that I needed to fast (abstain from food) and pray about it; "God, why do I have this disease?" On third day into the fast I was reading the Bible and praying. It was a Wednesday morning and I remember reading the Gospel of John, Chapter 9. Something was happening in my heart and the scriptures seemed clearer that day than others. I started reading verse 1; "As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?' 'Neither this man nor his parents sinned,' said Jesus, 'but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life." Did you read that?!?!? The Holy Spirit, who teaches his children all truth, gave me unexplainable peace in my mind and heart at that very moment. I was born with Cystic Fibrosis, just as this man was born blind, so that the works of God might be displayed in my life!!! I spent days and weeks meditating on that and sharing it with everyone I knew. It is a valuable pearl to me that has a price tag on it that says "Priceless"!!That verse comes back to me over and over again in meditation, reminding me that there are works of God being displayed in my life. I was born with a platform under my feet!!!

The fact that you are reading this blog about how God ministering to me is a work of God being displayed in my life as I witness of His Son and His Glory to you-  that your faith may be increase. God made me with a purpose. YOU HAVE PURPOSE. After that moment I count it a privilege (On most days. Remember I'm human with a sin nature.) to have this disease, as crazy as that might sound. You and others are seeing God work in this whole mess. The man born blind got an opportunity to tell his friends, family and the religious leaders of the day about his encounter with- Jesus. He was healed and Saved because he believed in the Lord Jesus. He was given a platform to make a difference. His platform all started with being born blind. Hopefully, as I submit to the will of God, His will be served. He is my Hope!!God Bless.-David

Lung Transplant Story; Part 2 will be coming soon.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Lung Transplant Story; Part1

Angela and I are greatly appreciative of all your thoughts and prayers as we journey up this mountain. Over the last couple of months I've had tests done to determine whether or not I would be a candidate for a double lung transplant. Initially, as we began the process, we came across some disheartening news about my internal condition. The doctors, through there testing, determined that my left lung has shrunk upward and fused itself to my rib cage due to a surgery I had 7 years ago that did not completely go the way the doctors anticipated. My heart has shifted over further to the left and my stomach and diaphragm slid upward to compensate the empty void. After speaking to the pulmonologist on the second day of testing we were heavy hearted and dismayed because he told us that he thought that the double lung transplant may impossible. Shortly, before he came into our room I told Ang that I needed to use the restroom which led me right by the doctors' office. As I walked by, there were a group of professionals all standing around the Pulmonologist observing a computer screen. Just at that moment I heard a spontaneous chorus of gasps and grunts that made me widen my eyes and studder in my thoughts. I kept on going to my destination, thinking in my head, "They must of seen something that wasn't to good about somebody." But it really didn't dawn on me that it was me until I got back to the room and my wife told me that my doctor came by to see us. She said that he would be back. A few minutes went by and the doctor entered with a downcast face and told us about the testing and procedures. Toward the end, (Its always toward the end because there's nothing to say after you hear the news) he showed Angela and I that my chest cavity was a train wreck (my words) and that he was going to have to talk to the surgeon to see if he thinks it was even going to be possible. Our faces pale, eyes watery, our minds began racing to remember the scriptures that Jesus uttered to his disciples as recorded in Mark 10:27, "Jesus looked at them and said, "With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God." If he wants this to happen there is not going to be a problem that he can't overcome. He took the sun and made it rise and put the stars in their place. He is sovereign and all powerful and we worship Him who is worthy.  He's no man made God- He's the God who made man!! His name is Immanuel, which means God with us.

We left the office and made our way home in silence much of the way. That was when we began to be flooded with hope as we looked back over our lives and seen God's provision for us in such miraculous ways and say them out loud to each other. We wanted this to be easy, I confess. We didn't want any hitches or hang-ups. Heck, I would, and still will take an instant healing if God would just speak the word. His Word! We began to pray instantly that God would fill the surgeon's mind with the answer we longed to hear--It is possible. Of course we passed it on to all the saints we could knew to pray about it for us.

The last thing the doctor told us is that he wanted us to continue in my testing and that he would hopefully speak to the surgeon over the next 2 days to get his feedback. The next day I had a heart cath done which put me out for the day. The day following that was just meetings with a dietician and a financial-insurance advisor. My parents came in for the final meeting with the Pulmonologist and the Nurse Coordinator to tell us whether or not I would be considered to be a canidate for the lung transplant list. Of course we were all a little nervous about this meeting. There was great news, however. The Surgeon told the Pulmonologist that he thinks that it is "do-able"!!!! Needless to say we walked out with smiles and rejoicing in the Lord!

It doesn't have to go this way. I could have been anyone of the other 3 potential candidates who received devastating news that day. I often ask God why He has chosen me to go through this. I used to think it as a curse but have come to appreciate this gift. God has lit us on fire to give light to the people in this hopeless and dark generation. You are not a descendant of an Ape. You were knit together in your mother's womb. You have worth, value and a purpose. You weren't made for the next party, the next new car, next new job, next new girlfriend/boyfriend, next new drug, next new movie, next new move, and the next new thing to worship to take away the ache you have in your heart. All those things are fleeting!! The Creator God is the only constant in this fallen world. Forsake your sinful ways and throw yourself at the feet and mercy of the living God and He will forgive you in Christ Jesus.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Blah, Blah..........Blog!? No way, it all seems so vain.

It does seem a little self absorbed to write about my life, my testimony and my disease on a blog. It's actually something I've been fighting for some time. I wanted to make sure it's the right thing to do. After considering all the comments I got from friends and family on FACEBOOK about keeping everyone up-to-date regarding my lung disease and pending transplant, it seemed appropriate now more than ever. Praise be to God and may many be encouraged from the testimony I share. I'm amazed to see God working through this situation. He so often takes the weak, sick and the poor to show his grace and mercy. It all seems a little backwards but I often stand reminded that his ways are not our ways. It's not vain if it is for His glory.

So here we go.........The title of this blog, "The Race Marked Out For Us.....", may be confusing to some of you and may be a comfort to others. Let me explain. It came to me after asking Angela, my wife, what she thought I should title it. I'd like to say I saw some lightning from the sky or some loud voice from beyond, but that wasn't the case. That seems a little easier to explain than the small still voice that often motives us. Nope! No loud noises here. Just a shrug of Angela shoulders and a muffled-"I don't know"- as she stared into her computer screen mesmerized by toys. She sells toys for a hobby. A serious hobby that pays the bills, by the way. So that left me to my thoughts, as scary as that may be. I once heard that the first thing that comes to your mind is what you should hang your hat on, so to speak. So that is what I did. I took my hat off and scratched my head then put it back on after uttering to my wife, "Isn't there a verse about how our life is comparable to running a race?" Again, somewhere from the general vicinity of where she was sitting I heard  a, "Yeah." So I rushed off to get my Bible, only to find out that the very page I opened up to had the suspect verse I was looking for on it. Hmm? (Yes, this is a blog about the supernatural God who set the planets in orbit and can even, believe it or not, make a page in a book fall where he wants it to. LOL!!) It's from one of my favorite chapters in the Bible, Hebrews 12, verse 1. "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,". The reason this is so profound to me is because the Lord has used it several times to remind me that he has a plan and a purpose for all this suffering caused by my Cystic Fibrosis. Especially when my heart is heavy and my face is downcast from all of the suffering. There are other verses but this one is the one that says it best for me. I will exlpain some of the other verses as I share my testimony in the blogs to come.

This blog is about the race God has marked out for us and we want to share it with you that you might have your faith in God increased. This is a blog about comfort and encouragement that God has given us as well as the testimony about His grace in our lives in regard to my CF and possible future Lung Transplant.

What is your responsibility after reading my post? Woo!?! Responsibility? Yep!! I need you to pray about the things you see here and ask God to make it clear to you that I'm telling the truth -in light of scripture (the Bible). If I'm not, please notify me, in a discrete way and I will either explain myself or change after you explain your thoughts. I will publicly, on my blog, make right my wrong. The last thing I want to do is sow bad seed in the mind of the readers. Another thing is that you need to share this with others. Either by word of mouth or point them to this blog. Especially, those who are suffering from some kind of hardship, disease, diagnosis, handicap, disability or trial because these things I post may very well help them.

Thank you all for your encouragement, support and prayers. I have a doctor appointment on August 3, 2010. It's my Post-Transplant Orientation and a meeting with a pulmonologist.  It is a long day ahead. I will blog about both last weeks appointments and this weeks soon.  FOR HIS GLORY- David.