Anytime I wanted prayers for someone, I always went to my mother. She seems to have a direct line to God. Well, Mom is now in a nursing home and she has dementia. She knows who we are, is aware of her surroundings, and can still carry a short conversation, but she can't remember 3 minutes ago. Anyway, I saw her tonight and asked her to pray for you. She wanted your name and then asked me to get her rosary beads. Then I sat with her while she said an entire rosary. She won't remember your name tomorrow, but I will remind her tomorrow and every day until you get better.
Hang in their, girl.