At one point during this fiasco with Gout, Sepsis, etc...I wanted to just go Home. I told my Grandson to just let me go, I'm tired. He said, NO not yet.

During the following days, I quit eating, had my kidneys stop, had a heart episode, and my lungs locked up. Excruciating pain in my left foot and leg that hurt too bad to even have a sheet touch it. When it got too bad, even with pain meds, I prayed. "Take me away where the pain is gone." And He did. Most of the time I was in Grants Pass hospital, I knew nothing. More than half the time I spent in Brookings for rehab, I was in and out and wouldn't eat, watch tv or even talk.
I'm glad I didn't die, I need to live to 100 for my place will be paid for then. I would sorely miss my family. But death will be a welcome open door when He comes for me.