A little over 2 years ago, I guess, Melvine was diagnosed with stage 3 ovarian cancer. Melvine and I began praying about it to seek God's direction for the treatment that was available at the Athens Georgia Cancer Center near where we are members of Christian Life Worship Center (a Pentecostal Holiness Church and formerly named Tarkenton Memorial Church).
This terrible disease was discovered during a hospitalization at St. Mary's Hospital. Dr. Jane Huang, a Chinese American was assigned to her as her oncologist. While we continued to believe God for Melvine's healing, we sought the best of medical science to deal with this invasive cancer. We discovered in the process that an ovarian cancer is the hardest of all cancers to detect because it is hidden in the abdomen.
Melvine went through all sorts of tests, CAT Scans, X-rays, etc. was the protocol. She submitted to chemotherapy that had all sorts of side effects. Her body responded favorably to the chemotherapy and her blood markers and other signs came to normalcy.
At some point, the blood markers went back up and Dr. Huang told Melvine she had done all she could do for her, and referred her to Hospice Home Care. She told Melvine she would not see her again. Melvine reacted immediately and said, "What do you mean? . . . I will not see you again. Aren't you my doctor?" Dr. Huang had to back up and walk that statement back for Melvine and me. She said Melvine would have a Hospice doctor, a nurse, physical and occupational therapist, a social worker and a chaplain. The truth is we never saw the Hospice Doctor. That is the way that goes. We talked through the nurse, who was excellent.
The long process of more than a year turned into a lot of pain, and she had to be placed on narcotics, e. g. oxycodone and finally morphine (capsules and eventually liquid morphine). Towards the last, they had to bring in an oxygen tank with mask, plastics tubes, etc.
Melvine experienced a lot of pain, but we were able to ease it with morphine.
Melvine lived her last two years with pain under control and with peace believing that her future was in the hands of God.
Our remaining family, Greg and I, stands at peace believing that her healing was accomplished through the blood of Jesus and the stripes He bore for her healing. The day she breathed her last breath, January 17, 2020, Jesus was present, took her hand and ushered her into eternity where she is there with Jesus.
I believe she has been reunited with her father and mother, her sister, her brothers-in-law, and our children who had gone to heaven, Christopher Todd, Julia Frances, and Stephanie Ellen. I hope to go to heaven when I die, but until then, I will continue to praise and glorify God with my life and the ministry He has given me as the editor of Hugh's News. I am grateful to have Greg home with me to care for me. I have been on quarantine now for a month, and will be at home until the end of April according the the laws of the land. I want to use wisdom.
This terrible disease was discovered during a hospitalization at St. Mary's Hospital. Dr. Jane Huang, a Chinese American was assigned to her as her oncologist. While we continued to believe God for Melvine's healing, we sought the best of medical science to deal with this invasive cancer. We discovered in the process that an ovarian cancer is the hardest of all cancers to detect because it is hidden in the abdomen.
Melvine went through all sorts of tests, CAT Scans, X-rays, etc. was the protocol. She submitted to chemotherapy that had all sorts of side effects. Her body responded favorably to the chemotherapy and her blood markers and other signs came to normalcy.
At some point, the blood markers went back up and Dr. Huang told Melvine she had done all she could do for her, and referred her to Hospice Home Care. She told Melvine she would not see her again. Melvine reacted immediately and said, "What do you mean? . . . I will not see you again. Aren't you my doctor?" Dr. Huang had to back up and walk that statement back for Melvine and me. She said Melvine would have a Hospice doctor, a nurse, physical and occupational therapist, a social worker and a chaplain. The truth is we never saw the Hospice Doctor. That is the way that goes. We talked through the nurse, who was excellent.
The long process of more than a year turned into a lot of pain, and she had to be placed on narcotics, e. g. oxycodone and finally morphine (capsules and eventually liquid morphine). Towards the last, they had to bring in an oxygen tank with mask, plastics tubes, etc.
Melvine experienced a lot of pain, but we were able to ease it with morphine.
Melvine lived her last two years with pain under control and with peace believing that her future was in the hands of God.
Our remaining family, Greg and I, stands at peace believing that her healing was accomplished through the blood of Jesus and the stripes He bore for her healing. The day she breathed her last breath, January 17, 2020, Jesus was present, took her hand and ushered her into eternity where she is there with Jesus.
I believe she has been reunited with her father and mother, her sister, her brothers-in-law, and our children who had gone to heaven, Christopher Todd, Julia Frances, and Stephanie Ellen. I hope to go to heaven when I die, but until then, I will continue to praise and glorify God with my life and the ministry He has given me as the editor of Hugh's News. I am grateful to have Greg home with me to care for me. I have been on quarantine now for a month, and will be at home until the end of April according the the laws of the land. I want to use wisdom.