Guided to Only Doctor in State Who Can Save Son’s Life

When Lynda, my seventh child, was expecting her third baby, she developed a severe pain in her left leg. Her doctor told her the baby she carried was “sitting on a nerve,” but not to worry. After several days of intense pain she called me. I worried about a blood clot since our family seems to have a tendency to have them.

When Lynda’s leg became much worse, she was taken to the hospital. Doctors there put her on a blood thinning program which was so new that only one other pregnant woman was undergoing the treatment. Throughout the remainder of her pregnancy, Lynda made weekly trips to the hospital for blood thinning, and at times she had to go back for treatment of hemorrhage caused by the blood thinning.

We all knew there was a risk, too, that neither she nor the child would survive. I understood the great strain Lynda was under and I knew, too, of her great desire to have this baby and to live to raise it and her two older children.

One night, worried about my dear daughter, restless, I finally fell asleep. I dreamed I got out of bed and went into the hall. As I turned to go to the living room, I saw a person standing against the wall dressed in a beautiful white robe, with flowing sleeves. The person called me by name, saying “Ethel, I am your brother, Leonce.” (He had died when he was six years old.) Then he added, “Why are you so worried?” I replied, “I fear for my daughter’s life.”

“Have no fear, because she will be all right.”

I looked toward the window, pondering what he said and when I turned he was gone.

I told Duncan, my husband, about this marvelous experience. When I repeated the promise to Lynda she asked, “But what did he say about my baby?” I told her, “If something was wrong with the baby, you wouldn’t be all right, so I’m sure the baby will be fine.”

A date had been set to induce early labor so the Lynda’s blood would be thickened and lessen the risk of hemorrhaging. However, she went into labor two weeks earlier than planned. The doctors feared the worst since they had just lost the baby of the other girl who was also on the blood thinning experiment. An ambulance was summoned to take the baby, if it survived, to a special hospital for blood work-ups.

Throughout the labor and the delivery, Lynda felt an inner peace that assured her all would go well. To the doctors’ amazement, a healthy son was born without any difficulties. But a week later his raw flesh was covered with blood. In route to the hospital, Lynda and her husband Tony stopped by our home to have Jared administered to since he was so ill and his skin looked so horribly raw.

Their family doctor, who was Tony’s uncle, was out of town at that time and they were at a loss as to where they should take Jared for treatment. Tony’s mother, a pediatrician’s nurse, picked a doctor’s name at random out of the many listed in the phone book. This doctor, upon seeing Jared, knew at once that the baby had a very rare disease called “Scalded Skin”. He knew of it because this doctor had just recently treated the only other known case of the disease in the history of Utah. The doctor knew the necessary steps to take to help Jared. He told our family that we were most fortunate to have such an early diagnosis, that no child had ever survived the disease because it was detected too late. He asked how we knew of his work in this field. We admitted that we had no previous knowledge of his expertise, but that we were certain his name had been given to us in answer to our prayers.

Jared’s case was observed by University of Utah medical students. His pictures were in their textbooks as the first child with “Scalded Skin” to be cured. Shortly after his recovery Jared’s picture was featured on the cover of the Church News section; a picture of a beautiful healthy baby without a scar. Everything had turned out just as the spirit in my dream had assured me it would.

Ethel Player Davis

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