I didn’t want to go–but the pain pushed me through the sliding doors today. I finally made that doctor’s appointment to delve into the reason for the pressure and pain just under my ribcage. I confess, I cried this morning at the doctor’s decision to send me to a surgeon but I know that’s the direction I need to head. Deep down, I’m feeling like it’s necessary but am still feeling a bit fragile.
Why the tears? First, I’ve undergone two surgeries before–one for tonsils and one for the gallbladder. Second, my sister Sara’s journey with an adrenal tumor and cancer remains way too fresh in my mind. Honestly, I don’t want to step onto that path–even if it’s only an investigation but I’ll go trusting my Father won’t leave me. So, until my consult appointment on the seventeenth, I plan on doing as much from my recliner as possible. Rest is on the menu along with writing and a lot of preparation for our new school year to begin.
Wow, life isn’t boring.
I pray God will give me more grace for this journey.
I’m grateful that He won’t leave me alone as I move forward.
“The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd.”