My mother had been a diabetic and on insulin for about twenty years. She eventually lost all feeling in her feet and legs. She had thousands of laser treatments in her eyes with the result that she couldn't see. She also had two cataract operations. One day she became very confused and when we put her to bed, we discovered a large to hole in the bottom of her foot. When we looked at her slipper, we discovered it was soaked with blood. There was a nail or large tack that she had at some time stepped on and each time she would put her slipper on, the nail would stick up into her foot right into the bone.
We took my mother to the doctor and he sent her to the hospital, explaining that they would amputate her foot and try to spare her life. The next morning, the doctor called, cancelling the operation, telling us that mom was too sick to survive the operation. She had a very bad heart, high blood pressure and plugged arteries causing circulation problems especially to the brain causing her confusion. He suggested that they keep mom in the hospital until they could get her well enough to have the operation. During the next six weeks, mom got worse. She developed a staph infection in the hole in her foot, got cellulitis, Osteomelitis and had fifteen strokes.
In spite of this, they sent my mother home and I immediately got a call from my father. He said that my mother was sicker than when she went into the hospital and asked if I could call the doctor. I was alarmed when the doctor told me that we could expect my mother to die within two days with a massive stroke or heart attack. He explained that my mother had made him promise to send her home to die in her own bed. He knew that we would want to call in specialists, so he had already had one in to check her heart, another for her blood pressure, one for the plugged arteries and he was dealing with her diabetes himself.
By this time, mom was taking 125 units of insulin a day and besides her other problems, had sores in her mouth, down her throat and ulcers covering other parts of her body, she knew that I was one of her children, but wasn't sure which one. She couldn't stand to eat and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth when she tried to talk because of her strokes, she could make noise, but could barely speak so that you could understand her. We thought that she would surely die, but that wasn't God's plan.
A preacher from Erie, Pennsylvania, heard about my mother, because lots of people were praying for her and sent us a quart of Forever Living Aloe Vera Juice and some Aloe Gelly. At first my mother didn't take it because we didn't know anything about it and were afraid that it might hurt her. Finally in desperation (or divine inspiration), my brother poured some in a glass and my mother drank it.
Later that night, mom went into insulin shock, so she ate a peach and made a phone call which thrilled us because she hadn't been able to do that for a long time.
The next morning, she went into insulin shock again, so we gave her a candy bar and my sister took her to the doctor, he couldn't believe it, but reduced her insulin.
That same night I took my mother to church. She walked with my help and later drove her car to my brother's to visit her grandchildren.
We consider this an answer to prayer and have been telling people about it every time. Mom got steadily better, putting the Aloe Gelly on the sores and able to eat the next day…
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