Praying for a good diagnosis
It took me 39 years to find Steve, the love of my life. He treats me like I never knew possible, so loving and sweet. He is my everything. We plan on getting married, have a ring all picked out. I will love him forever. He himself is an answer to a prayer: a prayer for someone to love me.
He went in for a sonogram, which led to a CT scan, which will lead to an MRI this Friday. I looked at the results so far, and the words on the reports are very very serious and scary.
Or, maybe it'll turn out benign. Maybe treatable. Maybe worse, but I'm praying for a good diagnosis, because I NEED this man. He's the best man I've ever known, the only one I want to share my life with.
He's my best friend. A good provider. A good listener. Always opens doors for me. He's a gentlemen and a kind loving soul.
Please, please pray for my boyfriend. His name is Steve, in Minnesota.
And I can't imagine my life without him. I am so scared.
Please help me pray for his health!