In case you did not catch the first part Nancy’s story, you can find it HERE.
After the cyst was discovered in Nancy’s liver, talks about going to India to seek a second opinion began. Her son Allan wasn’t convinced that going to India was necessary.
“We had gotten the best doctors locally, and whatever they had done could not be corrected by any other doctor anywhere else in the world. I told my parents that I didn’t think there was any more value that the Indian doctors would add” Allan told me. Continue reading
Five years ago, the world of Nancy Lugano was turned upside down. When you meet her, you cannot tell that she has undergone seven surgeries, lost her vocal cords, was told she will never speak again, had her teeth replaced, suffered severe depression and much more. Except for her low voice, Nancy is charming and warm, chatty and always ready to interact with people and learn more. Continue reading
Forgiveness is one of the hardest things that a person can do, but like most difficult things, it is also most fulfilling. The weight of bitterness and unforgiveness, when laid down, brings the most liberation to a person.
When Viola shared part of her story for the first time, it was in a group where we were studying forgiveness. The topic was heavy for her, she sat there shaking her head, wondering if everyone else really understood the immensity of the issue.
When it was her turn to speak, she simply said ’for me it is very difficult to forgive someone’.
The group leader probed further, and Viola yielded and shared part of her story.
Viola endured such suffering in the hands of her loved ones to the point of being suicidal. She bought poison Continue reading
Very glad to have a new guest blogger in Vincent Matinde. In this article Vincent and his wife Ann tackle the subject of post wedding depression based on their personal experience. Enjoy and stay blessed.
I stood in the middle of darkness watching my wife sleep. It was still uncanny that I had tied the knot and now I shouldered more responsibilities than my own. But there was something else nagging me. Continue reading