In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about feeling blessed.
Yes, I am blessed. In many ways. However, not in all ways. But, who is blessed in all ways? No one. At least, not here on earth!
God told us in His Word, the Bible to expect trials.
As you know, I've had my share or more of trials in my life, thus far. In my mind, I sometimes feel like I've had way too many.
Especially, where this latest life-threatening trial is concerned.
I realize that some of you may be confused as to what is happening concerning my health. So, I thought I'd bring you up to date.
Even today, I am overdue in having the surgery I need. This is not due to me, but rather, I believe it is due to the state of our healthcare system, here in the province of Ontario, Canada.
A while back, I had let you know that I needed a surgeon. And eventually, God provided one, who is willing and capable to do the surgery needed. For this, I praise God! Thank You, Lord.
Due to being located in another city, I at first thought I would go there, for my needed operation. But, it didn't work out that way.
Instead, this Toronto surgeon let me know that since he does specialty surgeries, people from all over the province come to him to have their needs met. I already figured this out for myself, since the waiting area was filled with people from all over the province.
He made it clear that for me to have the much-needed surgery, it would have to be done in the city where I live, Windsor. And, since he cannot arrange an operating room, he would have to work with/through my original Windsor surgeon.
Unfortunately, my original Windsor surgeon did not want to be involved in a surgery like mine. One where he didn't know anything about. And, he let me know that he didn't feel comfortable not knowing for sure how to care for me, afterwards.
So, my original Windsor surgeon referred me and the Toronto surgeon to work through another local surgeon here. One I will call my new Windsor surgeon.
Upon meeting with my new Windsor surgeon, he let my daughter P and I know that he is not my doctor. He let us know that he will only be taking care of me, after my upcoming surgery. Not now.
And, he let us know that if I needed anything health wise, I needed to see my family doctor/physician. This is something I did a couple of weeks ago, almost immediately after my visit with my new Windsor surgeon.
Upon meeting with my family physician to obtain a renewal of the antibiotics prescription I was taking, I was told that he would not do this. After some discussion, he told me he wanted me to have another CT scan done, and sent me to have a blood test done.
Waiting in his reception area among so many sick people, on several occasions over the past two (2) weeks, I found myself getting sick with a cold. Like many of the people I sat with.
Even so, I pressed on, knowing that I need a doctor to help me. And, be there for me to assist with any/all of my medical needs.
Talk about pressing on. This reminded me of Philippians 3:14, "I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
And, I will continue pressing on.
After all, God is in control. Of everything. Of our coming and going, and indeed every detail of our lives.
My life may not be going the way I would like it to, but I won't give up. Even if I do feel frustrated at times.
I praise You, Lord. Even for this horrible trial I am in the midst of.
Thank You for being there for me. For loving me. And, providing for me, always.
Until next time...
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