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her last stitch was removed today by Dr. Alona. Start singing "Happy Birthday " and she chimes right in relentlessly. The little girl who was too blue and weak to eat or walk, much less dance, now doesn't care if you are in the waiting room at the hospital when she needs a dance partner. As much as I feel awkward dancing in a waiting room, I refuse to deny her. When she couldn't dance, I picked her up and danced with in my arms her at home. And now she asks me to dance, Praise God! Thank You, Thank You, Thank you, Lord, for what you have done for Deeman! The player will show in this paragraph


for her. Deeman was asleep on the operating table, completely unaware of any risk or pain and in the capable hands of very skilled surgeons. Deeman's mother was OUR patient for today. It was the four of us that had the privileges of being mother, father, sister, brother, husband and friend to this woman whom God has placed in our care. In so much silence (due to the language barrier) hand holding, back rubs and hugs were the key way we had to show love and support. I tried to remember the five languages of love I had read about, to see it I could think of any other ways to communicate with her. We were giving her quality time, telling her we loved her, providing physical touch, giving acts of service and even giving small gifts like sweet rolls and tea, a stuffed animal for Deeman and tissues for her tears. We listened to worship music in Kurdish together on my IPod and I introduced her to a few children's games on the IPod which did make her smile a little. The player will show in this paragraph
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