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So now we are in 2005, sometime in the spring, and my health is still fairly stable. By mid-April I had already used all off my sick time and most of my vacation for sick time. I had one week left which I had saved for Friday the 13th in Port Dover which was coming up in May that year. Obviously the disease was progressing because of the amount of time I had already taken off. There was actually a point where I had no time off left, except for my week of holidays, and I needed to take a couple of days of because I wasn’t feeling well. I was fully prepared to lose the time at work however a co-worker had decided to talk to management and offer some of their vacation time so that I would not lose any pay. How awesome is that? The company told them to keep their holiday time and ended up paying me for the time off anyway. You should be getting a clear picture by now that God was definitely in the middle of this entire situation!
Here we are in May and once again camping at Triple C Campground just outside Port Dover. I should also mention that the name “Triple C” stands for Christ Centered Camping. Anyway, we were at Triple C for the week leading up to Friday the 13th in Port Dover and during that time I knew that something significant had happened with my disease and that I had taken a turn for the worse. I remember being so tired and exhausted that I was barely able to function by the end of my holidays. The time had come. It was impossible for me to continue working full time at work and I had decided that I needed to reduce my hours. Prior to leaving Triple C a group of friends wanted to pray for me. I was told sometime later that they weren’t sure if I was going to make it home that day. So here we are and they want to pray for me. It was funny because the last time they prayed for me like that it was in August 2004 which if you remember I ended up in the hospital a week after. Quite frankly I was a little leery about them praying for me (just kidding)! You know, often times I find it very interesting how God is always at work. Throughout the entire disease I had people praying for me from all over the world from what I understand, but I find it interesting that a short time before I was going to be facing serious physical trauma that a group of people surrounded me to pray for me…every time. God was and is in control at all times and He knew what was on the horizon. What an awesome God…
I went home on the Sunday completely exhausted and wiped out after a so called week of holidays and decided to call my boss at home to let him know that the first thing we were doing on the Monday was to talk about reducing my hours at work. Monday, May 16th, 2005 was my next scheduled shift to work however I never bothered to go into work. I decided to play hooky…