Miraculous Cure

You would NOT have wanted to be around here this morning.

Poor Cowboy Willie was, in his words, feeling sicker than he has ever felt in his life, and was even thinking he might actually die. You have to know him to realize that he UNDER-zaggerates. I, as you know, tend to EXaggerate or at least fluff things up to their maximum dramatic potential.

But he doesn't do that. So when he said he thought he might be going to die, well, that scared the living Niagara starch right out of me.

So I grabbed the phone and started calling everyone medical I could think of, to find out what we should do.

Most everyone thought he should go to the ER--but at the last minute, his oncologist came through with a really clever analysis (winning back some of the points she lost when she was mean to us that other time). She decided that since he is severely immune-compromised right now, which would make the germs of an ER a real danger, and since his symptoms and fever and color, etc. all pointed so strongly to pneumonia, and since he was so sick that he couldn't even sit up, she just called in a prescription for pneumonia antibiotics, and all I ended up having to do was go pick that up.

Yes. Slightly weird that he was never SEEN, but I'm trying to look at the upsides...

Within two hours of the medicine ($116 for 7 pills--thank God for Medicare), his fever started to reverse--it HAD been going up and up and up before that--terrifying me, especially. And then his cough began to subside, his color changed from gray to almost normal, he felt like eating a little bit, and I stocked him up with Vernor's ginger ale, and tomato soup, and he is now feeling distinctly better.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh the thank-you prayer that I said after that! I was crying and blubbering to God so hard with relief and happiness, that I don't think God had the slightest idea what I was even saying, but I'm pretty sure He's good with body language, so He caught my drift.

Now the cowboy still isn't really back on his horse all the way, but he's sitting up, and feeling cheerful. And sooooooooooooooooooooo am I!

Thank you for caring and sending your own prayers up on his behalf. Your prayers are probably the ones God heard, anyway, since mine were all unintelligible. I'm not exactly stoic when things get dramatic.

Love and gratitude to every single one of you who cared enough to read this. We love you so much!

The Lil and the Will