Introduction
Mood:  not sure
My travels begin on September 18th. My daughter was in hospital for a second time with dermatitis and failure to thrive. The doctors had no idea why and could not give me any answers as to her condition I was also being investigated by welfare because someone told them i was actually starving her.

Sitting alone in hospital with her on that first day i had plenty of time to think. I called the hospital chaplin to come and see me. Togeather we prayed for my daughter Arra. We payed for her diagnosis and cure. That night i went home feeling utterly defeated and i could see the family i loved and everything i worked for in the last 5 years just slipping away. I broke down in my husbands arms and cried like ive never cried before. Finaly i said to god that if he saved my family i would go forth and spread his word (hence the reason for this blog)2 days later the miricle i had been praying for happened. A speech therapist assessed my daughter and told me she could not eat as she was retarded and did not have the ski8lls to eat. At that point i felt estatic. Someone had finaly diagnosed her we could work on fixing the problem. My second miricle came 3 days later. The social workers who had been investigating me finished their jobs and after talking to Arras doctor decided to find me not guilty. Im also praying for another miricle that she wont end up in hospital again this Friday when she goes for her weekly appointment to be assessed by her pediatrician. Please pray for me and i hope i can do the same for you one day.