I just felt that I needed to share the following story with you.

Last Thursday we were planning on going to Texas to help out with the Cowtown Volleyfest.  Heath picked me up for lunch so I could purchase some new jeans for my conference this next week.  He mentioned that his leg was a little sore.  He had woken up fine, but it was starting to be a little sore. 

After walking around the mall for an hour he said that his leg was still hurting and that he didn't think it was a pain associated with his muscles.  He dropped me off at work and went to work himself.  A couple hours later, Heath called me and said he wanted to scream.  His leg was causing him so much pain.  He could barely walk.

I told him to go to the doctor--he works for a hospital so this doesn't seem like such a stretch to expect that he would see somebody, but my man tends to not like visiting doctors.  He surprised me when he said he was already on his way.  I realized then that he must really be in bad shape.  Heath doesn't complain.  About anything.  EVER.

Heath called me from the doctor's office.  The doctor had said that the pain couldn't be coming from a swollen lymph node (what we both had been hoping it was), the pain was located too far south for that.  He mentioned a word. 

The word terrified me when Heath told me.  I watch House.  This word is mentioned on that show all the time.  Vasculitis.  I quickly googled it.  All I saw was "potentially life threatening" and I left work early.  Heath was sent to the hospital for some tests. 

I met him after the tests and we waited for the results.  And waited.  And waited.  All we found out Thursday night was that Heath didn't have any blood clots in his leg.  That was nice.  Good to know he wasn't going to deal with that.  We would get the rest of the news in the morning.

I emphatically stated we were not going to Texas with Heath potentially having an auto-immune disorder involving veins, arteries, and blood clots.  Heath just as emphatically stated we would be going.  Stubborn.

Heath's father Ronald and brother Tim came over to give Heath a blessing.  I am so happy we have worthy priesthood holders in our family for times such as these!  I truly believe in the power of faith and the priesthood.  I have seen too many miracles and been a part of too many miracles to believe otherwise.  Heath got his blessing and then went to bed. 

We woke up Friday morning with Heath feeling better.  His leg still hurt, but he was able to walk more easily.  When the doctor called he told us that it was just a swollen lymph node.  What we had wanted the whole time.  Coincidence?  Maybe.  But I believe we are watched over by Him and that He is taking care of our family. 

I am happy to be a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  I am blessed to be a member and to be married to a worthy priesthood holder.  I am blessed to have excellent role models for my children and to have a faith that sustains me and proves to me daily that I have a Father in Heaven who loves me and my family.  We are so blessed as a family.  Heath is just fine now--no more pain or discomfort. 

I am thankful to Heavenly Father for that.