I believe in the power of Prayer

When I was diagnosed with my uterine cancer in 2010, I was scared and very confused. I remember letting the cat out of the bag and suddenly friends and family started praying. Friends came to my house and in my front room and prayed. Some prayed over the phone with Me, some sent cards with a prayer. My son,Adam, attended a Christian school here in town, yet I wasn't one of those Bible thumping, scripture quoting women. I just knew everybody there had no reservation of saying I will pray for you.In my weakest moments I would reflect on so many people praying for me. I didn't even pray for a cancer cure, I prayed for trust and strength. After all, our disease is in the hands of Doctors, lab techs, anesthesiologists, researchers and who knows else. I ended up Stage 1 Uterine Cancer, no chemo, no radiation, just surgery...but then the polyp was discovered, and that rascal was cancerous and stage 3. 6 grueling months of stupid chemo wrecking complete havoc on my life and yet more prayers. Then the discovery of the DNA gene positive, which means for the rest of my life I have to be on watch for cancer to visit me again...Since all that, I've prayed for great Voice Over gigs, prayed for the ability to understand some Radio mixing board that I was terrified of each time I started a new on air Radio job, prayed for my son when he travels, when he was broken hearted over a relationship ending or being injured in a Football game, thus scrapping his goal of playing all 4 years at college. My heart was broken for him. I pray like anyone else when a friend dies and for their remaining relatives and loved ones, for their sadness that they will endure for a long time. I am not spewing the versus, I just find myself saying a blanket statement "I pray everything gets better and lessons are learned".I am praying over the flooding tragedy in Houston right now, the images on the TV screen are baffling. I am not minimizing this news, but the prayer that is surfacing now is needed for my adorable, crazy, stubborn Olde English Bulldog, LugNut. He has developed horrible pain in his back and hips. The wallow he let out the other eve was astounding. I was sickened by it, along with Adam and Jeff. I have no idea where this came from. Did he trip at the dog park? Is getting in and out of the Jeep too hard on his joints? A visit to the Vets told us one thing...he needs to be put under for X-rays. These short snout pups are a big risk while sedated. My mind is running wild, all of us, and yes LugNut was trembling and very scared at the Vets. He was a bad boy, he wrestled the muzzle and today they have told Me to sedate him I have to place the muzzle tomorrow. In between recording my voice overs, I have been practicing with him, letting him lean on Me and telling him everything will be good, maybe it's just muscle strain. So what am I getting to? I need prayer for this little guy. Alot of prayer. So my mind is racing I am hanging with him and tomorrow is a big day. Please keep LugNut in your prayers in more ways then one..I know there is power in prayer.