After growing more and more sick, I was ready to drive him to the hospital on Thursday night but he insisted he was going to have a good night sleep. So very early Friday morning, I got up and starting packing the car and told him when we got to Broken Arrow, I was taking him straight to the emergency room to get some intravenous fluids. He did not resist too much...just a tiny bit by saying why not contact Dr Biddle..... No way, he is the doctor that writes prescriptions without doing any tests or checking. Anyway, by noon, we were checking into the St Francis Hospital South in Broken Arrow, not realizing just how sick he was. We were at Broken Arrow South seven hours before being transported to the main Hospital where all the specialists are. There we spent another five hours in the emergency room -- a total of 12 hours -- all the while, pouring fluids into his body as fast as they would go.. He was assigned to room 4313 -- Renal floor, diagnosed with kidney failure and possible the pancreas as well. Here you can see what I tend to do when one sits and waits for hours and hours and hours. You start by praying, quoting God's promises, fighting the fearful thoughts, praying, waiting, remembering God's Word, believing, fighting the thoughts and finally, the camera comes out and you shoot at just anything.