As My Prostrate Turns

If the Title sounds like a Soaper, it must be a Soaper. In my heart, and in my thoughts, it feels as though I've been cast in one of those infamous Soaps that has me as the sick/ill star, laying in my hospital bed waiting for the writers to get back from their Union Contract coffee break to write another scene that takes me from the hospital bed and back into the action.

Any ways, here's the "poop on the scoop" and forgive me if you've heard this before, because so have I:

To begin with, I sincerely appreciate all of your heart felt prayers. Each prayer has been heard, and each word has been considered by our Heavenly Father, and His will hath came forth.

However, on Monday, June 28, I was prepped for prostrate surgery, but, blood pressure would not go down below 180, and after an hour-and-a-half, the doctors had no other alternative but to send me home to get my BP under control.

So, I'm still in tremendous discomfort with cramps, and burning and stinging pain because of the catheter, and the only good news is my next attempt at surgery is Friday, July 17.

I really believe that God has a reason for everything that happens to us, but, I'm gradually losing sight of this with each passing day.

Not only do I need your prayers for the surgery, my blood pressure, and the use of a spinal block instead of general anesthesia, I need your prayers to bulk up my faith in why I have to suffer for nearly another full month.

Your prayers will be appreciated (as always), so please keep me lifted up, especially on July 17th.

Thanks to all of you for your faithfulness to people like myself who are suffering.

I promise to keep you all apprised of my situation. And, once again, thanks for your most immediate prayers...

Pastor Paul
Author of Prodigal Daze
and Thorn Daze
Remove the Haze Ministries