When I was a small child around the age of two (1969), I began to have some health trouble. One day some friends were visiting my parents and commented to my mom about how hard my stomach felt. It must have been hurting because an issue was made about it. According to my mother, I cried most of the night and my parents decided to take me to the hospital.
At the hospital, they drained several pounds of water from me. My abdomen was bloated badly because I was filled with fluid. I had developed or already had the kidney disease Nephrotic Syndrome. I do not know how to spell the name of the disease, but I do know that it causes protein to seep out from the urinary system. This disease was a life threatening illness that would eventually lead to kidney failure. My parents were told not to expect me to live past the age of 20.
One day we went to Rhoda Wise’s house with some relatives. While I was there, I went into a room that had a picture of St. Therese on the wall. I became entranced looking at that picture. St. Therese spoke to me and reached out her hands to me and told me I would be getting better soon. (1973)
A couple of months went by and nothing changed for me. Then the miracle happened. I became sick with chicken pox. I had to go off my medication because of the infection. During this time I was deathly sick. It was expected that during this time of being off my medication, major complications would arise because of the kidney disease. They could have been fatal. However, during this time, my protein levels never went up once. The doctor was puzzled as were my parents. At the time of my worst possible health scenario, I was not regressing, but progressing and holding steady with my kidney function. I have never had another kidney problem to this day. I have never had another kidney problem to this day, and I am 45 years old. The disease is still incurable. AC