weakness turned into strength

I'm not too sure what she'll think about this post.  I'm not too sure if she'll even want to kill me over this post.  But I do know she loves me unconditionally.  So maybe she'll just love me as she's killing me. 

My purpose for writing it, though, is because my mind will be thinking of her all day long.  And I would appreciate it if all of you would think of her all day long, right along with me.

She is embarking on a journey that has the potential to change the course of her life forever.  And I'm desperately praying it will.  In the most positive sense. 

You see.  She's in constant pain.  Rolling over, can't get out of bed, vomiting, dizzying, excruciating-type of pain.  And no amount of pain medication will ever take it away.  It makes my migraines seem like a walk in the park. 

As beautiful as that brain of hers is, literally and figuratively, it's plagued.  Which in turn, plagues her entire body.

She has MS. 

I'm not completely educated on the subject.  So I ask my forgiveness from my dear friend if I completely botch this up.  But from what she tells me, she has a rare form of MS called PPMS (Primary-Progressive Multiple Sclerosis).  It is characterized by slowly worsening symptoms from the beginning, with no relapses or remissions.  It only occurs in about 10% of people with MS. 

She's headed to NY city today to have some testing done to see if she's a good candidate for a procedure called the CCSVI-treatment.  Read all about it here.

If she finds out that she's a good candidate, then she will be having the procedure done.  Which means, it could 'heal' her.  Or...deep breath in, coupled with misty eyes....she could die.  In the words of my step-father, "Let's just cross that bridge when it comes."  I agree.  But at the same time, it's hard to think of your best friend dying sooner than you'd like her to.  Especially when she'd be so close to getting her life back. 

Again, all this to say:  please pray.
That the Lord's will be done.
Good.  Bad.  Ugly.
I know that's what she'd want.
And I don't care if she kills me.
I'd love her even if she did.

2 Corinthians 1:3,7

3  Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort...

7  And our hope of you is stedfast, knowing, that as ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

7  And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.

8  For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.

9  And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee:  for My strength is made perfect in weakness.  Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

10  Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake:  for when I am weak, then am I strong.