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pray that someone would ?gure out what was wrong and do something. I couldn’t pray anything for myself except, “Help me, Jesus.” At one point I said to God, “Is this my time to die?” But I did not sense God saying that it was. In fact, I felt Him say there were things He still had for me to do. It wasn’t until eight hours after I was brought in to the hospital that a specialist called a surgeon in who was brave enough to say, “I can’t tell what’s wrong with you by any of the tests, but I believe your appendix has ruptured. I am going to take you into surgery immediately, and if I’m wrong I’ll ?nd out what the problem is.” As it turned out, he was right. After the surgery the doctor said, “In another hour you would have gone into a toxic-shock coma, and I could not have saved your life.” I knew God had answered our prayers for healing and this surgeon was an important part of that answer. For the next two weeks, I was hooked up to tubes and a machine and endured pain that made childbirth seem pleasant. Even constant morphine couldn’t take it all away. When the doctor came to check on me one morning, I asked him why this had happened. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked. “Did I take too many vitamins? Did I take too few? Did I take the wrong ones? Did I not exercise enough? Or too much? I have always tried to take good care of myself. Could I have done something differently to avoid this?” “You couldn’t have done anything to prevent this,” he replied. “It’s probably genetic and runs in your family.” He was right again. There were many people in my family who had experienced this same problem, only at a much younger age than I. In fact, I thought nothing like this would happen to me because I had passed the age when