A Night of Prayers and Relief

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The day my fiancé went in for surgery was filled with worry. It was one of those nights when I found myself praying for a long time, asking for his safety and recovery. I would drift off to sleep occasionally, but each time, I’d wake up and continue praying. After my prayers, I tried to sleep, but only managed to rest for a short while. I checked my phone and saw a message from his sister, saying that the operation had started. I whispered another prayer and, without realizing it, fell asleep again. I woke up to another message from his sister, telling me that the surgery was over, her brother was okay, and they were just waiting for him to be moved out of the operating room. I finally felt a wave of relief, thanked God, and was able to sleep peacefully. The next morning, I called his sister, who told me that her brother was still asleep but doing well. I didn’t wake him and let him continue resting. Around noon, my fiancé called me. His voice was weak, but he assured me he was okay, despite the tubes attached to his body. My mother, who had also been very worried, spoke with him as well. After our call, I encouraged him to get more rest. This morning, when I woke up, he told me he had started walking a bit with the help of a nurse and his sister. The area where he had surgery is still painful, but he avoids taking pain medication because it makes it difficult for him to go to the bathroom, so he tries to sleep through the discomfort. The surgeon said he would need to stay in the hospital for another three days. I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone who prayed for his successful surgery. It means so much to us. May you and your families continue to be abundantly blessed.