husband did the same thing, and we regularly discussed our
God-impressions with each other.
In the summer of 2006, I spoke at a large convention in Estes
Park, Colorado. After a general session, I conducted a small
workshop on “God Talks” for women. In the workshop, I felt
more comfortable sharing Roger’s very personal health
problem because my lecture was not being recorded. At the
end of my presentation, a woman my age approached me with
some information scribbled on a yellow sheet of paper from a
legal pad. She said, “My husband is a doctor, and I’m a nurse.
My husband was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. He
did a great deal of research on the very best doctors in the
nation and narrowed it down to those who have had the best
results in successfully removing prostate cancer and giving
their patients a full recovery. The doctor we found was right in
our city of Austin, Texas. I’ve put the doctor’s name on this
paper, as well as our names and contact information. If you
would ever consider this type of robotic surgery, and this
location, we would be happy to have you stay with us for the
mandatory ten-day recuperation before returning home to
California.”
She was an absolute stranger.
She obviously didn’t know us at all, and frankly, I couldn’t
fathom staying one day, much less ten, with a stranger. More
specifically, I knew that my husband was not open—at all—to
robotic surgery for the removal of his prostate.
But I graciously took the yellow piece of paper and put it in
the front pocket of my prayer notebook and flew home that
night to California.
When Roger picked me up at the airport, I wasn’t in the car