Patty and I were both home from work. It was around 5:00 pm. My phone rang, it was Dr. Smith calling just as he had said on Friday that he would. I had almost forgotten, but then the conversation started and I remembered what we had talked about on Friday. He wanted to know where we were. Of course, we were in Vegas, we have lives and jobs and it was the start of the work week.
He then told me that he believed I had Cancer, a nasty bug called Multiple Myeloma. Dr. Smith wanted us to get in the car and make our way to St. George that night, but then realized that no-one would see me (us) until the next day, so the decision was made to spend the night in Vegas and then get up Tuesday morning to go to St. George for the tests that would confirm the disease.
After getting off the phone, we called the kids and asked Amanda and Matt to come to the house. We called Josh in Phoenix to tell him the news. We called Bishop McMillan and asked him to come to the house to give me another blessing before we left for St. George. It was a beautiful blessing and many promises were made, but I think that "patience" word crept in there a few times. I have to learn the real meaning of that word.
It was probably one of the strangest nights of our life, we were in shock and emotions were naturally very close to the surface.
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