Counting My Blessings

I officially believe in miracles. In case anyone is wondering. About a week and a half ago, my grandma sent me an email that my cousin (well really my dad's cousin's son---he's my cousin somehow) was taking a turn for the worse. Zach had to come home from his mission early due too illnesss. He has a really bad back and that was bad and he was just SICK. Well, they had found an infection in his bone of some joint and they were treating it but it was getting any better. They took him to San Diego to a hospital there (they're from Vegas) and they were automatically sending him to UCLA. They said he had pnemonia and a blood infection. Well, come to find out he had a really BAD staff infection and they had him mom call his dad because they didn't know how long he'd make it. LOTS of prayers, blessings and HIGH antiboitics caused my cousin to not only clear the blood infection and the infection in the lungs, but the bone infection to where he didn't need surgery and he's been released with a picc line and a home health nurse but he's going to be alright. He's in a lot less pain and he's doing well. I love you all and I'm so grateful for my belief in God and the power he has!