Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve my life;
you stretch out your hand against
the wrath of my enemies,
and your right hand delivers me.
The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
your steadfast love, O Lord,
endures forever.
Do not forsake the work of your hands.
I have decided to visit the neurosurgeon here and see what he thinks about the idea of a new shunt and if he would be a back up if I have problems assuming that I were to go ahead with it. After seeing what he has to say, we will consider what the next step will be. Please pray that the doors will open and close as the Lord wills it.
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