for why I haven't written
When I know that really
there are none that matter...
I have another post to write,
but I didn't want to skip
over what happened in Minnesota.
The long and short of it is that God answered my prayer.
While it took me telling Him
that I would understand Who He is
to pull myself out from under
the paralyzing fear and depression,
It was the prayer I spoke
in desperation that was answered.
Please, God, just let this be a mistake.
That's what it was.
The confused specialists in Minnesota
couldn't understand why
I was making such a fuss.
They had received the images,
but not the report from the home doctor.
When I pulled out my copy to read aloud
everything fell into place.
"Excuse me, can I see that? I'm going to talk to another doctor for a minute."
And a few minutes later...
the most beautiful words I've ever heard...
"We have compared the previous images with this year and we don't see any differences. We will have our radiologist follow up to be sure, and give you a call... but we believe the original radiologist who made the report measured incorrectly."
And we'll follow up next year.
God is good. <3
I've never been so happy to have spent $1000 on an unnecessary, stressful trip out of state.
The most amazing thing
was realizing that
the answer I got
was one I begged for
in a hopeless moment
of waning faith.
He heard me anyway.