UGGGGGH, I'll make this short today. Willard and I left home at five thirty this morning. We got home at five o:clock this afternoon. We spent the whole day watching as six or seven '"'I lost count"" IV bags slowly dropped through the machine and into my port. I'm sick, I already feel bad. It's like I've swam the English Chanel in a day. Even though I fell this bad I know that the Lord is watching out for me.
You know it's kind of sad. If Sandra Bullock had trusted the Lord to have her back, instead of Jessie James. She would not have been disappointed.

Still praying for Robert Scoggins, Janice Moore, and all that have this evil thing called cancer.

Until next time God bless, God save, And God heal.