This post in which I ask you to pray

Meet my sweet brother-in-law, Jeff.  

Six years ago Jeff stepped on a stick.

Enter this:

That's right, this is all because of a stick.

Nine surgeries, hundreds of days without being able to work, constant pain, extended hospital stays, maggot therapy, infection after infection after infection, wheel chairs, walkers, crutches, canes, picc lines, iv antibiotics and facing a life-long disability are also all because of a stick.

I would be am bitter.  He is not.  He has never uttered a complaint, a "Why me?" a "How could a friggin' stick do this to me?" a "Why God?" nothing.

He is amazing.

And he desperately needs your prayers.

Sunday night, day 76 post ninth surgery, he was admitted back into the hospital, yet again.  His white blood count was a whopping zero, his picc line had to be removed, he had to discontinue the iv antibiotics that were supposed to be saving his foot from MRSA, and on and on and on it goes.

This mild-mannered, sweet, never complaining man is sick and needs prayers.

Please join me.