|(Myself, Fred Blackman II 2014)|
You see, God made a way, even after the doctors came to my room, and said that they would make me as comfortable as possible, as the infection in my spinal cord and brain seemed unstoppable and that there was little else they could do. At that point and time, it was up to myself, and my God to make a move, for their hand had played out, and the bacterial infections was ravaging my body. Five surgeries and ten hours a day hooked up to an IV pump, as the strongest antibiotics on the planet flowed into my chest cavity, through a port connected to my blood vessels, sent the medication directly to, and through my heart. Although I was desperately afraid, I was also filled with the confidence that only comes from a relationship with God, that no matter what happened, things would be alright.
You see, I knew that God would make a way, and that in the end, I would be alright, for even if
|(My father Fred Blackman I||& I)|
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