A few weeks ago I was able to schedule my partial hysterectomy to remove my fibriod tumor who I affectionately named Mr. Tumor. Really original right? I met my new doctor and got my labs done. My surgery was scheduled for next week. I was totally nervous but excited to see Mr. Tumor off, wave good bye and never look back.
But last week I got a phone call that I knew was bad news. I just had that feeling. The sweet lady from my doctors office did have some bad news. My new health insurance would not cover my surgery because I had preexisting condition. The only thing they were willing to do was to cover my surgery in June of next year. I completely lost it on the phone and started a ball. Not just a sniffle, but a full-on Kim Kardashian ugly cry.
This has been such a long process. Finally finding an answer to my mystery abdominal pain. Finally having a solution. The end was in sight. Having to wait another second to finally feel better feels like eternity.
After my brief Kim moment. I started to pray about it. And I realized something I already knew. God's timing is perfect. If I am not meant to have surgery next week I don't really NEED it. Because sometimes God gives us what we need not what we want.
I really don't like Mr. Tumor but he is going to be around for a little while longer. At least until my insurance will cooperate in his removal. And we will continue to work on that.
So I wait....
But I know it will happen when it is supposed to happen.