Last year, my little Granddaughter age 4, began feeling ill one day and complained to her mom, that she had pain in her stomach and began vomiting. At first my daughter passed it off to her possibly catching the flu like most parents would. As any good mother would, my daughter comforted her little girl, and did everything she could think of to treat her symptoms. Molly, my daughter, phoned the doctor, told the her of Brinleys symptoms, and the doctor said that it sounded like the stomach flu. My daughter prayed for her daughters protection and healing throughout the day. When the symptoms didn't go away, she told her husband that she thought something more was really wrong. Now, like most husbands do, he tried to reassure and calm his wife and her fears, that it wasn't anything to worry about and, that the doctor had said it was just the flu, and that probably by the next day, she would wake up and be just fine. After a bad night, the next day came and all the symptoms including vomiting continued, and she seemed to be as bad or worse as she was the day before. This time, my daugher took Brinley into the doctor to be checked, and once again, the doctor said that Brinley just had a bad case of the flu.
As a side note, my daughters husband could barely contain himself, as he drove down the snowy canyon to the hospital after finding out about his little girls tests. His heart ached not only for his little daughter's serious condition, but because he had continued to discount his wifes feelings of just over reacting to what the doctor had said was symptoms of the flu. I can only imagine how grateful he was for his wife, not listening to his normally calming influence and comments, and acting upon the promptings she had received.