It was a serious illness and the only thing the specialist could offer me was a risky treatment with severe side effects. Naturally, I hesitated, and so did the doctor. But after three years with no significant improvement, even those side effects began to look like the lesser of two evils.
I was back at the hospital. Things weren’t looking good, but still the doctor hesitated. He left the room to look once again at the x-rays, promising when he returned to give me a definite answer one way or another.
Knowing that my fate was on the line, I prayed intensely for guidance.
A few minutes later the doctor returned. For three years he had been wavering. Now he spoke with absolute conviction, “Do not take this treatment. Definitely not.”
A few months later, without any further treatment, my health began to improve.