Many of you have been praying for my husband who has been very ill for the past few weeks. Dr.s--if they can even be called that--up here in Northern Uganda were throwing out one diagnosis after another and filling Zane with all sorts of medication. And yet, he continued to get worse.
This past Saturday, a friend offered to drive Zane down to the capitol city to see a british doctor who has practiced medicine in the country for 20+ years. After a slew of blood tests and a thorough medical history/evaluation it was concluded that Zane had.....
The disease that ravaged Europe in the 14th century killing 1/3 of the population.
How, you may be wondering, did your husband contract the plague?
Our old house was infested.
And it was Zane's "job" to kill them.
Although he never touched a rat without gloves.
He did come in to close enough contact to be bitten by a flea.
The Dr. said that the death rate for the plague is 30%-50%.
Zane is on treatment.
He is improving quickly.
And the Dr. expects a full recovery.
The Lord has numbered our days.
He holds our life in His hands.
I am grateful to still have a husband.
And my children still have the best daddy in the world.