Please Pray For My Sweet Wife, Angie

If you'd had one stroke, you're high risk for having more.  Those are the statistics.

Angie had a stroke on May 29 of last year, and now that we're almost to her one-year anniversary date, she's quite anxious about potentially having another.

There's been a lot of heady emotion as of late in our house regarding a number of familial milestones, and all of these have been positive.  Yet, lingering constantly within the back of my wife's mind is the fear of experiencing again what she did prior.

I liken having a stroke to being assaulted supernaturally due to the loss of the neurological.  For it's our nerves that provide us with the ability to be physical.  Hence, without them operating properly, the loss is surreal.

Angie remembers every second of the ambulance ride to the hospital.  She tells me that she didn't say much of anything to the EMTs, but that overall, it seemed to go on and on.  That ambulance ride is the part that she'd like to never experience again.

While she was hospitalized, COVID-19 was in full swing, therefore I only saw her on two very quick occasions (one of which she was napping throughout).

Though her hospital stay overall met her expectations relative to the level of care, her being alone there - day after day - didn't do much for her spirits.

A client (& friend) of hers sent her a Bible verse from Exodus that she designated her now life verse.  

I saw her reading her Bible this AM, and upon asking her where she reading from exactly, she mentioned that very verse.

Please pray for my sweet Angie.