We’re leaving on the 15th, flying out of Chicago, and flying into Houston. The appointment with whichever doctor is on the 16th. I’m pretty nervous because I have no idea of what we’re actually doing – even just getting the appointment was a big deal. I guess I have a very connected father #blessed. Even to be put on the schedule, they had to have every single one of my medical records and reports. Pretty fancy, huh? lol I feel so exclusive! lol everyone wants to know my health info.! Haha I keep having nightmares that they’re going to put in, what’s called a, “pic-line”. They hurt to put in. And I’m just a very hard stick which makes it worse and even more painful.
I am working on controlling my mind and worry and letting God just take it all – proving to be extremely difficult. So every time I start panicking about Texas, I try to find a positive. Like, last night, this morning, I started freaking out after a pic-line nightmare. So I looked up all the vintage and retro shops in Houston. I’ve also been looking at good places to eat. Might as well try to enjoy. Make the best of a crappy situation and all.
I don’t know what we’re doing, how long we’re staying, what’s going to happen, but I do know that everything is going to God’s plan. He has it all, so I don’t have to. My husband loves me. My parents love me. God loves me. And no one is trying to hurt me. Everyone is working their best for me. I’m so humbled and blessed. Thank you to every single person who is praying, donating, or loving me. I wish I could give each and every one of you a hug.