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Table of Contents
|Expect a Miracle||p. 9|
|The Source of Coincidences||p. 25|
|Two Wings||p. 41|
|Letters from God||p. 55|
|The Only Way It Could Happen||p. 69|
|Swept Clean||p. 81|
|An Opening of the Heart||p. 99|
|Trust Your Experience||p. 119|
|Deep Secrets||p. 137|
|The Uses of Coincidence||p. 159|
|Two Choices||p. 199|
|Chapter Quotes||p. 221|
|Reader Questions||p. 237|
|About the Author||p. 239|
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one | Expect a Miracle
'Miracles do not happen in contradiction
to nature, but only in contradiction to
that which is known to us of nature.'
It was 6:00 am on a Friday at NBC Studios in beautiful downtown Burbank. I put my carry bag on the chair in my Days of Our Lives dressing room. I took out my script, makeup bag, and shoes. My scenes were being taped first that day, because I had to catch a plane to Houston to participate in the Jack Benny Memorial Tennis Classic to benefit the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation (JDF). When my scenes were completed, I rushed to my dressing room, packed my carry bag, and lifted it from the chair. On the chair was a printed business card that read, EXPECT A MIRACLE. I wondered out loud, 'It wasn't here this morning. Where'd this come from?' (It's a question that has never been answered.) The card's appearance was the next step in a journey I had begun two years earlier, a journey that was going to transform my life in more ways than I could possibly imagine.
Two years earlier, my husband, Alan, and I and our two young sons, Brennan and Robin, were driving from Toronto to a family reunion in northern Canada. Our first stop was at Alan's grandparents' home in Kirkland Lake, Ontario. Grandpa Will noticed that Brennan was drinking a lot of liquids and mentioned it to me. I thought of possible reasons: It's summer, we're traveling, it's hot.
Then Brennan began wetting the bed. He'd never done that before, but again I found reasons for it. He was off his normal sleep schedule and drinking so much liquid. Then more strange Brennan news: He was extremely fussy, not his usual sweet self, and the blue shorts that fit him a month ago were sliding down his hips. Perplexed, I weighed him on Grandpa Will's bathroom scale. At the doctor's office six weeks earlier, Brennan had weighed fifty-one pounds. Now the scale read forty-six pounds. He'd lost five pounds?
The next day, on our way to the family reunion, Brennan was sitting in the backseat of the car, staring straight ahead as if in a trance. His face was flushed deep pink. His eyes were glassy. I touched his forehead to see if he had a fever. It was cool. Something was wrong with my son. Alan and I agreed we'd take him to the doctor when we got home in a few days.
That night at the reunion, Brennan shared a room connected to ours with his older cousin Boyd. As I tucked him in, he asked for a glass of water. He drank it quickly. 'More, Mommy.' He drank a second glass, then a third. I watched in amazement. Boyd's mother, Maxine, was in the room, and knowing that she was a nurse, I asked, 'What on earth could cause a child to drink that much water?'
Her answer: 'There's only one thing I can think of—diabetes.'
I didn't know anything specific about diabetes, but I knew it was serious. I went to find Alan at the reception. I took his arm and shepherded him to the hall. I tried to tell him, 'Maxine thinks Brennan has d-d-d- . . .' I tried again, 'Maxine thinks Brennan has d-d-d- . . .'
I finally said the word diabetes, accompanied by sobs. We called Brennan's pediatrician in Los Angeles, and he suggested we collect Brennan's first urine in the morning and get some test strips at the pharmacy to see if he had sugar in his urine. That night we lay in bed holding hands, listening for Brennan. At six the next morning, we heard little feet pitter-pat to the bathroom. We intercepted him before he got to the toilet. He was too sleepy to ask why we wanted him to pee in a water glass. We dipped the test strip in. Dark blue. Sugar in the urine. Diabetes.*
The next morning, we drove to Toronto and boarded a plane for Los Angeles. Our dear friend Valerie Harper (yes, 'Rhoda') met us at the airport and took us directly to Children's Hospital Los Angeles. On our way there, Valerie, who was active in ending hunger, said, 'Gloria, if we can end world hunger, we can cure diabetes.' She planted a seed of hope in me.
*Brennan exhibited the classic symptoms of undiagnosed juvenile/type 1 diabetes: excessive thirst, excessive urination, and unexplained weight loss. The food we eat is broken down into a simple form of sugar that can be utilized by the cells. Insulin is the key that allows the sugar into the cells. When the body doesn't have enough insulin, the sugar can't get into the cells and stays in the blood. The cells are not nourished, which results in weight loss. The body tries to flush the sugar out (excessive urination), and the child drinks to make up for the water loss (excessive thirst).
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