two minutes before I said, “Hey, I know you haven’t even
considered robotic surgery as an option, but I met this lady
from Austin, Texas, who told me about a doctor who had
successfully removed her husband’s prostate, and now he’s
cancer-free. The doctor’s name is—”
Before I could finish the sentence, my husband finished it by
saying the doctor’s name. He was shocked.
He said, “Just today, someone told me about this doctor and
his innovative procedure, and I researched it further. If my
count goes up, I would actually consider it.” I was shocked.
So I gave my husband the contact information from the
woman I met at the end of the conference but kept the yellow
piece of paper in the front pocket of my notebook.
We continued to pray daily and followed the “watch-and-
wait” protocol until mid-December 2006, when my husband’s
PSA count suddenly jumped up over seven points.
The very day we got the news, we felt we had received our
“marching orders” from God. I found the yellow paper and sent
an email to Diane—whose voice and face I couldn’t even
remember. I asked her if my husband could contact her
husband.
On December 28, 2006, my husband flew to Austin, and was
picked up by Diane’s husband, Denny—whom he had never
met.
Denny took my husband to meet with the doctor, who had,
at very short notice, found time not only to meet with my
husband, but to squeeze him in for an operation the following
week.
Roger stayed at Denny and Diane’s home that night, and