The Day was Here!

In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.

...He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Psalm 18:5-6, 19

The day had finally come, it was the day that I had been waiting for, it was the day that I had been pleading for and hoping for. After a year of meeting with doctors all across the country, being told it was all in my head or being deserted by doctors because their egos were too big. After enduring a 3 week stay in a mental hospital, 7 unnecessary treatments of ECT, tons of anti-depressants, anti-anxiety meds, sleeping pills, anti-psychotic meds, vitamins, creams, counseling, 3 weeks at an intense cognitive therapy out-patient center, meetings with prayer healers, spit tests, MRI scans. After hours spent in my closet, weeping and crying out to God. After days, months, hours and minutes of despair and loneliness. After losing almost a year of my daughter's life, being separated from her for a month because I could not care for her in the way she deserved. After all of these things and lots of stuff I can't remember or care to remember, my God delivered me!

I walked into Dr. Wheeler's office, sat down, filled out the routine paperwork asking why I was there and I handed it back to the receptionist. Chip and I waiting for no more than 10 minutes and were then escorted back to Dr. Wheeler's office. He greeted us with a warm hand shake and quickly got to the point.

"I know what is wrong with you, I have a cure."