Later that night, my cousin’s husband Tom had his adoration
hour at the chapel and we were invited to go along. He had asked friends of theirs from church to
meet him there to pray over Adam. After
a few silent moments of reflection in the chapel, Tom started waving and
motioning for Adam to come up to the front.
Adam and I kneeled at the front of the chapel and suddenly we were
surrounded by people, all laying their hands on Adam and me. Tom began to read and led everyone in
prayer. It was amazing. The energy kept building as everyone took turns
praying aloud and begging Jesus to heal Adam.
Adam and I were holding hands, but for a few moments I couldn’t tell
whose hand was whose. They seemed to
just melt into one. It was beautiful,
and Adam and I were both shedding tears.
When it was over, one of the men told us to “take as long as we needed”. Unfortunately, I had tears and snot running
down my face, and I didn’t want to distract everyone from the beauty of what
just happened with my loud snorting. So
I quietly left the chapel and Adam followed.
We were both a mess, and I hadn’t any tissues with me, so we cleaned up
best we could with bare hands and my cardigan.
I felt a little bad when one of the men came out and introduced himself,
and held out his hand to shake. I prayed
I wasn’t spreading some horrible communicable disease to one of the lovely people
that may have been instrumental in saving my husband’s life. After a few minutes spent meeting everyone and having a brief chat, we went home buzzing and looking forward to
Sunday Mass.
This morning we relaxed a bit since I had a vicious
migraine. An Imitrex tablet helped clear
it so we could meet my aunt and my cousin’s family at their church. It was lovely, and mainly for the reason that
Mass without Finlay is quite a treat. We
sang, we participated in prayers, we listened to the homily. And boy were we surprised when Adam’s name
was mentioned during the prayers for the sick!
My cousin Andrea arranged that one, and both of us were really
touched. After Mass we bid everyone
goodbye and went to the Marian shrine less than a mile up the road. It was awesome. We spent a few quiet minutes in front of the
50-foot statue of Mary, then went for a walk on the trails around the property
known as Rosary Walk. I got out my
grandmother’s rosary, and we prayed together while walking through the
trees. It was absolutely beautiful. Then to top the already wonderful day off, we
went out for Mexican!! We ordered shrimp
fajitas for both of us, and man were they good.
Adam and I go out to eat MAYBE twice a year, and this was such a
treat. I’m still bloated beyond comfort,
and I will definitely be skipping dinner.
The past few hours have been spent linking up with the folks back home
and seeing our beautiful boys, who I miss so much I can’t stand it. We will be staying until Friday, and driving
home Saturday. This week I’ll be on the
phone trying to coordinate Adam’s treatment when we get back to Virginia. I’m hoping we will find a clinic (one in
Aldie looks promising) who will continue Adam’s intravenous treatments when we
return. Unfortunately, one of the
supplements has to be ordered from Mexico, and some doctors don’t seem crazy
about the fact that it’s kinda illegal.
It isn’t ACTUALLY illegal, but the FDA has made it impossible to get and
has convinced most medical professionals that it is in their best interest not
to prescribe it. Thank you, once again,
to the feds for making keeping my husband alive a challenge. Appreciate it. Hey, wait a minute… my Aunt Marie is Italian! Maybe she’s got a couple of burly cousins who
can go over to the FDA headquarters and break a few thumbs. Well, you gotta do watcha gotta do, hey? Wow, one week in New York and I’ve turned all
Brooklyn. I better get back to Virginia
before I find myself with two-inch long acrylic nails and crazy big hair.
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