Worshipping from a Place of Pain

My husband fell ill in the first half of 2007 but ended up in hospital in September and was basically in hospitals for 4 months before he was given a ‘death sentence’ of terminal cancer. After returning home and battling to nurse him by myself and then with home-care nursing, believing that he would get up from his sick bed, he fell into a coma on the night of Friday, March 28, 2008 and was moved to the hospital on Saturday. With the home-care nurse at his side, I left that night with my sister. The mood wasn’t great at her home because my father had died of a sudden heart attack there on Easter Sunday, March 23, but I was able to sleep and recharge.
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