Now for the God part of the story. And might I just add, if you're not a big on God, Jesus, Church or *religion kind of stuff* person, can I invite you to check your skepticism at the door and give my story a chance?
Last Friday, I went to Zumba. It was rough. I could barely break a sweat because I could barely move. But I eeked it out. My friend, Christine was there. She and I have been in aerobics classes together at the Y for years. She and her husband support our ministry. And they go to our church. I told her a bit about my health. We started texting a bit about it over the weekend (we never had a *texting* relationship until then.)
Fast forward to the scan situation. When I got home, I texted her to pray. When we left the Dr.'s office Tuesday, I had texted a bunch of people to pray, knowing it was not going to be good. She texted back when I let her know about the news. As it turns out, our GP was working on getting me in with a gynecological oncologist. He consulted with my OBGYN (who by the way, I L.O.V.E. and I think he and his wife should be sainted and I would jump off a bridge if he told me to. ) Between the two of them they recommended Dr. Reid.
Later that day, I got a call from Dr. H (my beloved OB) and we talked. He assured me of the character and credentials of Dr. Reid. He also told me he's a good solid Christian guy. A bit of relief entered the picture. Then I got a text from Christine. She told me that one of her best friends' husbands is a well known gynecological oncologist and he would get me in if needed. His name is Dr. Reid. WHAT?! So, I texted her back letting her know I already had an appointment with him Thursday morning.
Insert a day more of worry, panic and general stress and angst.
Then, Wednesday morning, I got a call from Dr. Reid's office. Could I come in later that afternoon instead of Thursday morning? Um... YES! So, I texted Christine to let her know the good news. She texted back, I know his wife was encouraging him to get you bumped up.
So Steve and I made babysitting arrangements and off we went. To meet my oncologist. What the flippityflap? Right before we were about to leave, I got a text from a good friend from my small group from church (we call it house church.) Luanne texted me to let me know she was with a friend in Dr. Reid's waiting room. She had driven her for a biopsy and when she got to the office the name dawned on her that it was my same new doctor. She said her friend was raving about Dr. Reid and that I was going to love him.
We got to the Dr.'s office and my stomach was lurching and pitching like I've never felt it. And 4 min. after we sat down, in walks Luanne.
Okay, can i just tell you that earlier that morning I was on my face praying. I was feeling like I could not see or feel God in this situation. I had been praying that I would make the most of this circumstance, but was having trouble because I could not see him. I asked him to show himself.
And there he was, showing himself in the person of Luanne, a good and trusted friend and a really good pray-er.
As we sat there, I had a huge freak out. I saw women in scarves, with no hair. I dawned on me... the people are sick. Oh my god... I'm sick too! But when I let Steve and Luanne know about my freak out, they started to pray for me. In the mean time, 2 more people in the waiting room, on their own, let me know how much I'm going to LOVE Dr. Reid. It was like God was just waiting for me, in the waiting room. And I wasn't even suppose to be there until Thursday morning!
We went back and met Dr. Reid. One of the first things he said was, "Well, looks like the grapevine works fast." Basically, I took that to mean, God worked our connections! Basically, he was confidant without being arrogant. He was helpful in answering out questions. He won't know if it's cancer until he gets in and does surgery (removing my ovaries and any other *potentially* cancerous areas... IF it's cancer.) And that he already booked an OR for me for Friday morning, if we wanted.
Do I want to get this crap out of me? Um, yes and thank you! As it turns out he's going on vacation and squeezed me in before he leaves. Is that God? I say yes. Oh and because I'm smart like this, I finally realized on the way home I'm actually having a hysterectomy. And dang it, I just re-stocked on tampons and pads. There was a good deal at CVS, don't you know! Oh well.
Please pray that what he finds is NOT cancer. If you know others who pray, would you mind having them read my blog? (Is this all a shameful plug for more readers?) No matter what, I have a feeling God's not done showing off yet.
My surgery is Friday morning 8 AM, Ohio time. Pray for my nerves. Pray that I can really put all of this in God's hands. Pray for Dr. Reid as he operates. Pray for Steve and my kids, my dad and our other family as they wait. Pray for my recovery, it's going to be a doozy. Thanks. I'll post again when I can.