Never, Ever Give Up!
— by Eula
I met Eula through my sister, JoAnn, who is friends with her. I immediately realized what a remarkable person she is. Her smile and laugh lightens a room. Her faith is unshielded. I quickly learned of her total devotion to her brother and how she loves him - unwaveringly. Tirelessly. It is clear she does so not out of obligation, but with total devotion. Her mother was an amazing mentor and guide by actions – teaching her children the true meaning of love, hope and faith. What an inspiration for us all! I also learned a lot about supplements and herbs from her and hope to learn more. Thank you, Eula, for sharing your Story of Hope – it truly is just that.
—Tina
We had hope and faith. We did the same as before. Prayer, juicing, change of diet, and herbs. Five years ago, the doctors warned us that it would be Bob’s last Christmas with us. He is still here!!
My brother, Bob, was born a normal child 5 years before I was born. Then, when he was about 3 or 4 years old he was hit by a car. As told by my mother, for days the doctors at the hospital wouldn’t do anything for him because they had determined he would not live even if they did. But, my mother and her prayer band jumped into action. With their prayers and with a steady supply of supplications he survived! His body, however, wasn’t totally healed.
As a result of the accident Bob was left with head and body damages. He lost both physical and mental gains. He walked with a lump in his leg, carried one of his arms because of its limited function and he suffered academic delays. My mother always protected him as her “poor little cripple child”. Yet, he flourished in the community and was beloved.
All of us other kids (siblings) graduated from high school (there were ten of us), left home to attend various colleges, got married and had families. Bob stayed in the community, becoming the person to help as the people grew old and sick. He brought in their garbage cans from the street for them on garbage days. He brought their newspapers to them. He tended to their fetching needs. And, he kept them company. He did this his whole life, then at about the age of 50, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Our family was devastated as was many in the community.
The doctors in Pascagoula, Mississippi where he lived said his PSA was too high and that surgery was of no use. We were told he should just be made comfortable until the end. Our family felt that wasn’t good enough for such a good man as Bob. We went into prayer battle for him again, as well as supplementing him with juice and various herbs again. We would not give up on him. We got a second opinion from my husband’s doctor in New Orleans who agreed to do surgery. It was a success! No chemo was needed after surgery.
Then, 20 years later, the cancer came back. Once again, we jumped into battle again. We had hope and faith. We did the same as before. Prayer, juicing, change of diet, and herbs. Five years ago, the doctors warned us that it would be Bob’s last Christmas with us. He is still here!!
My brother has lived to fight yet another battle. Last year he lost his leg due to an aneurysm. Yet, he continues to love others like no other. He is such a beautiful person. When I read the Bible of Love, I think of him. How can I not. He is truly a loving soul and joy. He has a great sense of humor, an infectious smile and an unwavering faith in God. He is blessed and I am blessed to be able to care for him.
This is my brother, Bob, with my sister, Willa.
