In April of 1995, I was weak, ailing and losing weight. After a complete physical I was told I was just under stress. However, by late June I had lost 25 pounds and I insisted on further investigation. I had more tests performed at a local hospital and I was referred to OSU Hospital. After some tests one morning, about four or five young doctors clustered around my bed to tell me that I had a stomach full of lymphoma, and the stomach should come out. I asked, �Now boys, I�m 78 years old and if I were your grandmother, how would you advise me?� There was a long, pregnant pause and finally one said, �We think you have five or six good years ahead of you.� There were two good reasons for me to live, a dear husband in declining health, and a quilt I was making for a beloved granddaughter was not finished. So, I signed their consent slip. On July 17, the offending stomach was removed and I spent 10 rocky days in ICU. A few days later I was discharged and went home thanks to the meticulous planning of two precious daughters. I began a course of chemotherapy at our local hospital and now I felt almost well again. Nearly three years have passed since my first illness and I thank God many times a day for my recovery. I ask His divine guidance for all that provide such superlative medical care. My advice is, �Go for it!�
