Uncle Andy, Part 2

I woke up this morning with a prayer on my lips for my Uncle Andy.

At 8:00 I knew he was at the hospital.

At 10:00 I knew he was heading into surgery.

I said another quick prayer.

At 11:30 I wondered where my phone call was telling me everything had gone well.

I said another quick prayer.

At 11:45 I grabbed my phone to call my cousin.

I put it down and said another quick prayer.

At 12:05 my phone rang.

I grabbed it and said hello.

It went dead. I had lost reception.

I quickly ran to the land line.

It rang and it was someone else.

My heart beating, I quickly ended that conversation.

I said one more prayer.

I called my cousin.

She quickly filled me in.

"The surgery went really well and he is doing great."

I started to cry.

"Don't cry. Want to talk to Aunt Gerda?"

Aunt Gerda came to the phone.

"Hi. Uncle Andy is doing great. They got everything. They checked him out and the cancer did not spread. Uncle Andy is going to be just fine."

I cried some more.

"Don't cry, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry. I'm just glad he's going to be okay."

Aunt Gerda started crying.

We ended our conversation with a promise that she would call me later.

I hung up.

Crying, I thanked God for what He had just done for my Uncle Andy.