PJ Foltz
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When I was a kid, my mom got really sick. Dad took her to the hospital where she died in the OR- she said she saw everything that was happening in the room and said there was a bright light and she felt no pain, just love. She said a male voice told her that it was not her time, she had to go back. When she awoke, she was in a lot of pain- she recovered. My cousin died a couple months before my mother. The night my mom was dying, my cousin spoke to me and told me he would be there waiting on her. My cousin was like my big brother. He was very close to my parents and me. I lost two important people in my life.
I had serious back problems and I was seeing 2 doctors in DC. The first day I went to see them, I told them I had psoriasis. They decided to do back surgery on me. The morning of the surgery, I was taking a shower, getting ready to leave to go to the hospital; my feet started swelling. They have never swelled before. After driving to the city to the hospital, I can't walk, my feet are so swollen. They get me ready for surgery, waiting on the doctor to co e in. When he does, my psoriasis were so red, it looked like I was painted with red paint and my feet were huge! That idiot doctor looked at me and said " we don't do back surgery on people with psoriasis, and your feet are swollen" . The surgery was cancelled. By the time I got home, my feet were back to normal and they have never swelled at all! I believe my mom was watching out for me and knew that those quacks and the surgery they planned to do to me was not what I needed. I am so thankful for that! I finally found the doctor who fixed me up and I call him my hero.
I had serious back problems and I was seeing 2 doctors in DC. The first day I went to see them, I told them I had psoriasis. They decided to do back surgery on me. The morning of the surgery, I was taking a shower, getting ready to leave to go to the hospital; my feet started swelling. They have never swelled before. After driving to the city to the hospital, I can't walk, my feet are so swollen. They get me ready for surgery, waiting on the doctor to co e in. When he does, my psoriasis were so red, it looked like I was painted with red paint and my feet were huge! That idiot doctor looked at me and said " we don't do back surgery on people with psoriasis, and your feet are swollen" . The surgery was cancelled. By the time I got home, my feet were back to normal and they have never swelled at all! I believe my mom was watching out for me and knew that those quacks and the surgery they planned to do to me was not what I needed. I am so thankful for that! I finally found the doctor who fixed me up and I call him my hero.