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On this 19 day of December last year, my Joyselyn was transported by Ambulance from our home in Rosebud to
Baylor, Scott, and White Hospital in Temple. Their doctors admitted her, and our stay was a week. I have referred to
this trip earlier in this journal, starting on page 24. It was tough to see my girl so scared. Knowing she was needle-

phobic and watching the tears run down her cheek was just as painful for me. We did not know what was happening
to her body—so many tests to perform. Around the clock nursing, on the hour every hour. More jabbing her with

needles. Forty-eight hours nonstop—IVs, oxygen, pills after pill. The only thing I could do is hold my Joyselyn's hand,

love on her and, pray. The following days and after a procedure, she seemed to be doing so much better, but doctors
wanted to keep her a few days more for observation.

The day after Christmas, attending doctors released Joyselyn, and we were homebound. It seems so not long ago
when we entered our lovely home together after that week's troublesome hospital visit. Understand, they were

wonderful to the both of us, very caring and attentive for which we were grateful.

New restored hope that she would be made well and live a long life of growing old together. Never did we want to be

separate from one another, in this life or the next.

Sure, wish Heaven had visiting hours.
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