The story takes place in our neat little kitchen in Oil City, Pennsylvania. It was a very cold winter day and my husband and young son were about to return home from church. My daughter and I had not gone to church that day due to her just being released from the hospital. Upon my husband’s return, he informed me of his entering the ministry. Needless to say that was quite a surprise for me to hear, and it took us some time to work out this way of life between us. In doing so, I started on our new adventure in life—that of being a minister’s wife. We were given three churches in the Shippenville charge. The years went by quickly, and after finishing college at Clarion University, we were transferred to a church on the Pittsburgh charge. While here, I came down with a mysterious cough. The cough continued on, and after six years in the Pittsburgh area, my husband decided to go to Seminary in Washington, D.C. This took another three years, and all the time my cough continued. Upon completion of Seminary, we were transferred to Dayton, Pennsylvania. By now one could no longer continue overlooking the attacks brought on by the excess amount of coughing. The trips to the doctors—the hospital trips—were becoming all too frequent. Six years of this took place before we finally knew the outcome!