Weeks before, momma was trying to get to the city to see her doctors- but the trip seemed unbearable. It would require numerous tanks and every breath was a struggle. She dreaded the trip... but she longed to meet with the pain management doctor, especially. The trip was just too much to think about tolerating. I hated that the city was so far. I hated being in a small town unable to get the care momma needed. Trips to the city just took too long- more than an hour.
It doesn't seem right. It just doesn't seem right...
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the progression of pulmonary fibrosis - as my mother lives/lived it.
Awareness
Momma, I write how I feel- and how you suffered- so others can become aware of the desperate need for research to help those living with pulmonary fibrosis.
Now, in 2014, I finally realize- it's all about prayer, and faith. I believe in the power of healing through our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus saves. He heals. The Lord took mom home for a purpose... but I believe wholeheartedly now, if He didn't need her- she could have been completely healed. God has grown my faith in ways I could never believe and I wish to share this with you. Trust the Lord. His mercies are new every morning. He is faithful.
Ask Jesus to heal you, or your loved one. And believe He will. He loves you that much.
