In August 2015 I had already been in the hospitals since May 8th with multiple health problems, and with the chronic kidney failure being the one of most concern to me.  I had been on dialysis since May and the experts were telling me that I needed to get real and get a fistula in my arm and stop the risk of infection with the tubes coming out of my chest for dialysis.  

I had been asking if it be possible to take this chronic kidney failure from me.  Day after day I asked in prayer knowing it was in God's hands.  On that August morning I called for a nurse, but they weren't coming fast enough.  I was standing by my bed when the  surge of yellow urine came, and the nurses understood why I wanted to call my Wife.  I was half crying and half laughing when I told Teresa and the family that the whole front of my pajamas was soaked and yellow dance had begun.