God is continuing to write a great story. The last two days, on the supplements have been wonderful. I have been so very grateful to feel like myself again. My pulse has been between 52 and 60 with less pauses and PVCs. The nerve wrecking adrenal rushes have decreased too. I'm torn between giving the credit to the supplements and giving credit to all the prayers that are being lifted on my behalf. Either way, God should be glorified because He has been leading me all the way. In every decision I've made about caring for myself I've sought His counsel first. I've enjoyed thanking Him for feeling normal again.

Today we barely made it to church. We were late. I wasn't helpful since I kept announcing that I wasn't sure why we make the effort anyways. Many of us leave the service to care for little ones. Some days it seems that we are only a distraction. Clearly satan was attempting to keep me from being there. I wasn't wise to his scheme until the end of the service.

I had the pleasure of sharing the mothers' nursing room with a young mom, ten years my junior. She had sought my advice a couple of months ago about PVCs. Last week I shared what had been going on with me. Before I said anything about my week today, she gave me very encouraging information.

She sees a naturopath. I asked for his name. Then she told me how he and a well-known cardiologist were moving into a building together near the "heart hospital". So this well reputed cardiologist is supposedly, intentionally going to be working alongside a naturopath. The news was too good to believe. Ultimately I asked her to repeat it again.

I've already been told that my primary care doctor wants to send me to a cardiologist. I've also been advised to insist on going to the local "heart" hospital and not another if I require surgery. Now, I can hopefully be referred to this cardiologist who apparently atleast tolerates, if not prefers, to try alternative/nutritional treatments! I couldn't be any more fortunate in my happenstance this morning at church.

The young mother and I are becoming fast friends as we've shared our spiritual hearts as well. We've made confessions to one another and agreed to pray for one another.

I feel strengthened for the week ahead. Two other moms, the same as last week, in the nursing room, promised to pray for me too. One has a husband with a defibrillator in his chest and understands the many stresses and fears of walking through a cardiac investigation with medical doctors. That is a blessing too!