The memory I have of Michael is him laying in the ER with a belly full of
pus as I struggle to breathe through my mouth while performing a paracentesis and drain off 5 liters of pus. After I drained him, Jim attempted to open him up and clean him out, but with so many adhesions and bleeders, he was forced to close up shortly after going in. Michael did well and went home, and it was now time for his follow-up. When I looked into Jim's room I saw a healthy Michael with a full face, a smile, and a new life. Not only was he healed physically, but he had become a Christian while he was with us in the hospital. God is good.