God lived up to his part of the deal, and I was ready. And nothing happened. 24 hours later, I learned that I was sick, but wouldn't die. That was the good news that I wanted to hear, and I felt sick enough not to believe that it was true. But that is only part of the story.
Nothing is the same again.
The days are gifts. Friends are precious. There is intensity to life that is devoid of stress and anxiety. There is also a realization that your life and your days are gifts, and that they exist within the realm of eternity. And that is the part of the story that I wrestle with.