There comes a time prayers are answered unexpectedly:
“Answer me when I call you,
O my righteous God.
Give me relief from my distress;
be merciful to me and hear my prayer.” __Psalm 4:1
On my husband’s 78th birthday, as we juggled our options at crossroads of life, a number of prayers were answered by a call from Hospitality Apartments, in Houston. The gentleman’s message lit our grim outlook that day, and my husband repeatedly said, I can’t believe it.
Run by community volunteers devoted to providing a safe, clean place to meet the needs of MD Anderson Cancer Center patients and their caregivers, the goodwill began with a good man’s vision. He was a doctor.
It is here where my husband is presently undergoing stem cell transplant to combat a Large b Cell Lymphoma. At his age, “monocammaslopathy treatment” is warranted. That means he will be blessed to use his own harvested bone marrow cells.
The medical breakthroughs are remarkable. The whole team of physicians and nurses serve with skill, patience, and an obvious dedication to wiping out cancer.
We realized the long term required stay would mean borrowing more funds against the value of our home. We live nearly four hours away, and even though Texas highways are excellently maintained, our years slow our stamina.
Each resident holds a story of how there came a time…
We meet people from everywhere, even as my last blog describes the Okamotos. We celebrated answered prayers while also housed next door to a couple from Hawaii.