She was never sick, just the normal running nose and a cough. On the 16 of August she started to vomit. She would eat and drink and hours later she would vomit. She would at most vomit twice a day. On the third day my daughter took her to the doctor. The doctor diagnosed it as a stomach virus and prescribed a suppository. After three days there were visible improvement, and we went back to the doctor. The whole time she had no fewer became less and less active. This time the doctor told me; I was an over-concerned grandmother. He advised us to continue with medication. I was not at peace when we left his rooms.  

 

The night before Elizabeth got sick, I had a dream. I will not go into detail here, but it was a warning of an attack upon her life. When I woke up that morning, I remembered every detail and had no fear or worry neither did I experience fear during the dream. I prayed for her health and safety that morning.  

 

Elizabeth’s condition did not improve, and my daughter went back to the doctor, but this time to another doctor as their doctor was away. He suggested that her vomiting could result from teething and advised them not to continue administering the medication and instead giving her lots of liquids. Still Elizabeth had no fewer. As we had to go visit relatives in Hannover on Saturday, I told my daughter to take Elizabeth to hospital should she show no improvement. Whilst we were visiting, she sent a photo of Elizabeth squinting; I told her to take her to the hospital immediately.

 

On our way back, I realized that this would not be an easy battle to overcome, and that we are needing prayer support. I started sending prayer alerts to all our family and friends. The entire three-hour journey I prayed Psalm. 91. Our daughter updated us throughout the night. The doctors were very concerned about her and did brain scans and blood tests. When we went to see her on Sunday, they had made no diagnosis yet.