Around 7pm last night we received a phone call that my husband’s sister (who has been battling colorectal cancer since last Christmas) was being rushed to the emergency room in excruciating pain with a fever of 103.7. The feeling of helplessness when one of your loved ones is in distress is at the top of my list of the worst feelings in the world. We began to do the only thing we could do which was pray for her. Around 11pm we got an update that she had a perforated colon and would require emergency surgery to avoid sepsis. Our fears of her becoming septic mixed with our fears of this ER surgeon somehow messing up the previous two successful surgeries she’d already had with her specialist surgeon this year. We prayed for peace and cast all our cares on Jesus, then tried to get some sleep. 2am came with another update. The surgeon did not know how but the perforation seemed to have resolved itself and her fever was down. She was responding so well to the antibiotics that he would not need to open her up for emergency surgery after all. I don’t know why God chose to give us this small miracle but I’ll take it and happily add it to my list of things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.