By Kay Heitsch
I was happy to make friends with some of the women in the neighborhood. Not everyone was from the South.
One gal was from Las Vegas. From what I gathered, she might have been a working girl there, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, she had a little girl named Cindy. Cindy and Todd played together a lot. Todd was three when we lived here.
One day, Todd had gone to the bathroom. I heard him yell, "Cindy, come in here and wipe my butt." We used to joke about that with Todd for years.
I was having some female issues, and I needed to find a doctor. I shared this with some local women and told them who I was planning to see.
Immediately, they told me this doctor was going to tell me I would need a hysterectomy. They were right! That's precisely what he said and gave me an RX from his office.
I didn't know what to think. I was only 24. I called Bill's dad since he was an OBGYN. When I told him about this RX, he told me not to take this drug! It had been banned.
God was watching out for me again! Had I taken the RX and had a hysterectomy, I would never have had Shannon or Brandon.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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