When days off, aren't.

B has been ill and in increasing pain for a long time, and finally saw a doctor last week. Her doctor called in a specialist-- a gynecologic oncologist, and I believe the only one in the state-- who was able to see her on Tuesday. Based on tests done that day, he scheduled surgery for her three days later-- this morning. B is a breast cancer survivor of many years' standing, so she is well aware of what this sort of... sudden motivation on the part of the medical establishment is likely to mean. The prayer chain at church kicked into high gear.

My assistant drove her up to the medical center in Billings, and I met them there. Her husband, S, has been working in North Dakota on a job; he drove most of the night to get here, and made it to the hospital just before they took her up to surgery. We prayed together, and I anointed her; then she was whisked away, and we found S a sofa where he could catch a few hours' sleep while the doc did his thing.

Three hours later, the doc came out-- and thankfully, blessedly, everything was benign!

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.