It all started with a night in which the son tells us that he had a strong pain in his abdomen ...
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We began to take care of him with the medicines that we had in the house; the pain diminished, but it did not go away ... it was a longer weekend than usual. The son lay on his bed and curled up ... he did not complain or cry; reaction that worried us more than usual since he, by his temperament and personality, is very communicative.
Praying for his health, we are very worried about the picture we saw; When we arrived on Monday we went to an internist doctor, since at that time he was 12 years old. Doctor after doctor ... of many specialties, referred and requested by us, there were more than 15 specialists ... a month had passed and the pain was intermittent ...
After spending all we had and we were exhausted by the uncertainty, one morning I told my husband: We are going to take him to his pediatrician ... We went and, he hospitalized him in the Children's Hospital of our city. It was a long week because, I interned with him; they did all the exams ... on Saturday the Pediatrician sends me to his assistant to explain that Dr. María was waiting for me in her office, in a very expensive clinic, and that she was going to continue attending him.
I tried to communicate with him but it was useless ... he did not answer my call or answer the messages. At 2:00 p.m. I was to Dr. Maria and she, without any qualms, tells me that my son has cancer ...
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He referred him to the Pediatric Specialty Hospital, that same afternoon we both ... from the next morning he entered into a dynamic of all kinds of examinations ... the MRI reflected clusters of lymph nodes ... the diagnosis was lymphatic cancer of the non-hodgkins type ...
He went to the operating room for the bone marrow test ... the operation was scheduled for a week later ... for the examination: Intervention in which the deterioration was evidenced and, the corresponding evaluation on the relevance or not of the chemotherapy and radiotherapy; depending on how your body is.
The night before the exploration, I could not sleep and, I began to pray ... my son wakes up at about 12:30 am and asks me to pray together and sing a praise ... The truth is that I had no strength or courage ... we pray and we sing when the Holy Spirit tells me to tell the son to repeat with me: There is no argument or force to stop God in my life ...
There was not, the doctor certified that the son was clean ...
There are interventions from the Lord that are as deep as they are loving. do not hesitate ... He's going to arrive ... Today, my son is 27 years old ... he's healthy, he's finishing two races and he's still a blessing for me ...
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