Doctors Sent by God

Many people came forward and shared their breast cancer story with me. It has been so helpful to know what to expect, doctors to see and so forth. One of those women was my husband's co-worker, Kathy. She reached out to me right away. One of her many texts, she told me the name of her oncologist. I had to read it many times because it was the same one my mother had, Dr. Grossman. This came as a shock because when my mother was in the hospital dying of cancer Dr. Grossman told us he was thinking of retiring.

So six years later, I thought for sure he would have retired, but now he was working for UT Hospital and he specialized in early stage breast cancer! This I knew was God leading me to him from my new friend Kathy.  I prayed about it and knew my mother would not want me to go to anyone else. The respect my mother had for doctor Grossman cannot be measured! My mother was an RN who was just brilliant. She read and kept up to date on the latest medical advances and so many other things. My mom would want to see him for every medical issue she had. I would tell her, "Mom, Dr. Grossman does not practice in that field." But it did not matter what it was, Dr. Grossman was the only one who would be able to solve her problem. This went on for eight years. She thought Dr. Grossman should do it all, because of course no one compared to him. So now I felt this was my mother's way of saying, I told you, only Dr. Grossman!

It felt like years from the time I found "the lump," until my appointment with the surgeon. Dr. Grossman's office got me in the next week I called. The two just happened to be the same day.
My husband and Aunt Della attended the surgical appointment with me. It gave me such peace knowing my aunt was with me who had been through this. She helped me think more logical and not act on my instinct, which was take these things off me! I do not want to die!

My first blessing, besides having my family with me, was seeing Dr. Lloyd's nurse whom I had gone to Haiti with on a mission trip many, many years ago. The next was getting all my results. The MRI only showed cancer in my one breast, which was very good, since at one time they thought I may have cancer in both breasts. My cancer was growing at 2%, which is very slow.  I was at Stage 1, was progesterone & estrogen positive (this responds best to treatments) and the cancer was very small! Dr. Lloyd, my surgeon, said I have two options, a lumpectomy or a double mastectomy. The double mastectomy would not change my life expectancy. The chance of reoccurrence is only 3% with a double mastectomy, 6% with a lumpectomy if I had radiation & took the hormone therapy drug, for five years, to keep hormones from attaching to cancer cells. So, the advice was not "take an aspirin & call me in the morning." The treatment plan was to slice out the cancer or just take both breasts with your muscles & then stick balloons in there & fill them up with gel... hey, I like balloons! This was all quite good news considering...

The next appointment was with Dr. Grossman, he remembered my Mother & my Aunt Nancy, who came with me. He wanted to check to see if I was a carrier for the breast cancer gene. If I was, then I would have the double mastectomy & if not the lumpectomy. I was really happy to hear this, because I did not want to make such a decision. He took it out of my hands & left it up to my genes. I realize I still could make whatever choice I wanted to, because it is my body. So, I left it up to God to give me peace and to trust the doctors God had put in my path.
 

So I had my blood taken for the genetic test, but wait, I have to have "Counseling," on it first before my insurance will pay for it! Dr. Lloyd told me this, but somehow I did not understand! Now I had to wait a week for my counseling. This would be so easy compared to everything else!

Who is the Least of These?

Cancer Support Community, is a non-profit organization (www.CancerSupportET.org) that helps cancer patients and their loved ones navigate through this disease by offering educational information and supportive programs. I was told about this from my friend Kim, the day I borrowed the kids outfits for the pictures. So Monday, September 12, I made an appointment to talk with them.  When I called them, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and upset that I was going to a cancer group. I had cried a bit and had received a text from my father-in-law saying “Father has prepared a great work ahead for you as you have chosen to study His Word in depth. I believe He has a special assignment for you but we are hopeful too.” When I got this, I thought hmm…, how interesting; but, went on with feeling sorry for myself. Then God spoke very clearly to me, while I was in the bathroom brushing my hair. No, I did not hear an audible voice, but it was loud nevertheless. “Get over yourself!  THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU!” Wow! I guess I was put in my place. So, I understood He wanted me to speak out, to be a voice for Him.

Ok, I have got this God, I will not feel sorry for myself and I will text my Bible study ladies, all five of them. So that is what I did, “God has put on my heart to ask each of you to do your breast exam. And ask each of you to get your mammogram. This is not from me, this is from God. Love you all!”  One of the ladies’ mother is a breast cancer survivor and she was putting off getting a mammogram. This made me think, I was on track and feeling pretty proud of myself. Remember, pride comes before fall… well once again I was put in my place quickly. “No, this is not enough; MY GIRLS are more than 5!” Ok, I am getting this, so I reluctantly emailed my friend who is a health reporter for the newspaper and told her I was willing to speak out regarding my recent diagnosis. However, I was not willing to email our friend the news anchor, TV is not for me!

As I headed for my meeting at the Cancer Support Community on Sutherland Ave. in Knoxville, I was feeling like I had a purpose. That I would share with them that I would help them, even though I was going to see how they could help me. Hmm.. very interesting once again, I put myself in an awkward position. I am sure the nice program associate thought I was nutty when I told her that I would help her if the need ever arises. So that need has not happened yet, but maybe one day it will and she will remember that strange lady with cancer who wanted to help the Cancer Support Community.

The next day I attended a nutrition class about Superfoods.  This ended up to be one of the hardest things I have done in my life. No, I did not have to sign a document stating I would never consume chocolate again, but I did have to introduce myself and say OUT LOUD that I, MARTI BAILEY, had BREAST CANCER! Isn’t that what the picture I had taken was for? It was taken so I would not have to utter the words I HAVE CANCER! I tried to find my voice, but found it weak and with tears as I introduced myself. I was able to say my name correctly, but I secretly wanted to introduce myself as someone else.  Because cancer, by the way happened to other people, not a “healthy,” “physically fit,” “young,” mother of twins! Then I remembered my Dad, yes, he was young, thin, had a young child (me), my friend Jennifer, and most physically fit person I know, and so many others including children had/have cancer . So yes, this does happen and did happen to me. Yes, I am the “least of these.”  By the way, there are NO superfoods and we are all the “least” of these as my dear friend Dr. Abby Blackmon has pointed out to me.

Matthew 25:40 “And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

Does Drinking Water Cause Cancer?

The day after the diagnosis my family and I had a yard sale. We had been planning it for weeks and the twins were so excited about it. They had wanted to participate in the community yard sale for many years. This may not have been the best day for me to greet strangers, but here I was nevertheless.
The kids and I went around to many of the different houses to check out any deals we could not miss out on and to check out the competition. I wanted to make sure we were being competitive in this very tight market. While we were walking around, the kids and I stopped at the community playground. I sat them down and told them that I had breast cancer.
I had to do this because we were getting our picture made later that day where I would announce to my friends and family my prognosis.  I told them that I did not know what I would have to go through, but that God loved us and He was with us always. He would be with us no matter, if I threw up, if I lost my hair and when I had surgery. Then I let them know that they were now old enough to help out when I got sick as well.
The previous year we had prayed for a little boy in their school who had cancer. We prayed for him every day on our way to school and at one point our prayers changed from healing on earth to going home with God. They knew my mom and dad died from cancer, so I had to show them that cancer does not equal death.
So, I reminded them that my Aunt Della had breast cancer and now she is doing well. We discussed other people who also had different types of cancer, but were doing fine now, such as their Gramps. I wanted them to see that I would be sick for a bit, but that we were going to trust God to guide our family.
My son wanted to know if my hair would grow back or if I would look like Dad. As we know sometimes hair just does not grow back. I let him know that we would throw a hair cutting party, and donate my hair to Locks of Love like his sister did and that the hair would eventually grow back. He was quite happy to hear that! The one thing my daughter wanted to know was if drinking water caused my cancer. Because she said, “You do drink so much water!” Well, this is true I do consume lots of water, but drinking it does not cause cancer.  She may have wished it was the case so she would have a reason to drink soda. Her question is right on with what everyone wants to know. If people could pinpoint a behavior that caused it, they could feel reassured they would not get it.
My daughter’s questions were the same as many others have as well.  “Why did I get cancer?”  or the question people want to know who do not have cancer, “What did you do wrong to get cancer?” I had one person tell me that it was type “A” personalities that get cancer and was I a type “A?”  Did I worry a lot and not sleep well? We all want to be reassured that WE will not get cancer, because WE are not like those who do. But the bottom line is, everyone’s days are numbered. I cannot put down a “Krusty the Clown guarantee”(I don’t even know what this means but my husband says it’s from the Simpson’s cartoon) that I will not die of cancer. But what I do know, is where I am going when that day comes. I do not think it will be soon, I pray it is not soon, but only God knows. Until then, I will fight the good fight, keep persevering, and doing the work God has called me to do.

God's Got This

The picture...

I was blessed, that my friend, Laurie Wilson, with Laurie Wilson Photography went out of her way to squeeze me in on a Saturday the day after I called her! The day came for our photo shoot and my husband did not think this was a good idea. He felt I was making too big of deal of this, but he went along with it because I told him this was my body and this was how I was dealing with it! Well, while we were getting ready he made the signs and not only did he make the two I asked for but two extra as well. Even after my attitude, he still made a sign that said, "My wife is still Beautiful," and one for me that said, "Stage One."   I was not really sure how I wanted the picture, but Laurie captured all I felt and more! The picture shows that it does not just affect me, but my whole family, that they support me and yes, that through it all God is who I will Trust.

My sister-in-law shared with me that she had read that in a given situation, you should think of the worst possible outcome and plan accordingly. So, that is what I did after I found "the lump." I started thinking about how I would act if I was diagnosed with CANCER. Every day, my prayer for myself is to become more like Christ. Because of my relationship with Christ, I knew that I wanted to stand firm on who's got this!

 While thinking of what standing firm on Christ looked like for me, I was reminded of another sister in Christ who had already walked this walk. She had posted a cute picture of her triplets in pink ribbon outfits. I thought maybe mine could wear something similar and have one of the kids hold a sign that said, "My Mom has breast cancer," and the other one hold up a sign that says "My God's Got This!"

The thought of the picture helped me have peace knowing I had a plan no matter the outcome of the tests. I was going to hand it all over to God. This helped me get through the long wait from August 24  until September 9th. I would remind myself, "My God's Got This!" even if I hear the words, YOU HAVE CANCER. I knew that if the diagnosis was indeed CANCER, then I would have a long road ahead and I would need to look back and remember Who's I was, Who's I am and Who's I am ALWAYS going to be. That I would not let CANCER dictate my life, my thoughts or let it define me. I knew looking at a picture would help me remember this when I may forget.

"My God's Got This," does not mean that I would not have CANCER throughout my body, I knew I could. It does not mean that I will not die, because one day I will. What it does mean, that no matter the situation, I am going to trust God with the outcome. I will completely surrender my will to His. That His ways are higher than my ways and tough days ahead are not likely, but promised when you follow Christ. So, it is all in how we handle the long hard walk.

It does not mean that I will not seek medical help, God has given me wisdom to know I need the help of knowledgeable doctors. Seeking God's will requires that I pray for those providing me medical care, from those checking me in, to those cutting me open. No person's job is to small that God does not use them. So I am committed to praying for all that I come into contact with through this new journey. I pray that if they do not know Christ as their Lord and Savior that my life will point to Him. I pray that I show them God's love, not my own, but His. Because mine, would never be enough. So when you look at this picture and see "God's Got This," know it means a whole lot more.

The Diagnosis

While getting ready for a hot date with my handsome husband, I received the call from Dr. Walsh, he identified himself and told me that it was what they had suspected. CANCER, stage I. He wanted to know the doctor I had chosen, and he suggested a few. The doctor I had chosen, he did not think I would be able to get into see very quickly. He then told me they would contact my family doctor to see if she had a strong opinion on who I should see and they would call me back and let me know what she said. Dr. Walsh let me know they did not expect to hear back from her that day, it would be Monday before they may reach her.

Once again, I was put into action, I had thought about how I would act if the news of CANCER invaded my life. I had decided that I would get a picture of my twins in a pink ribbon outfit holding up a sign God's Got This! My friend Kim Lewis, had a picture of her triplets in breast cancer awareness clothes, and that is where I got the idea on the clothes. The "God's Got This" allowed me to stand firm on who's I am, who's I believe, and who I put my trust in and that is Jesus Christ!

The next two people I contacted, was Kim to see if I could borrow the clothes, and my other friend, Laurie Wilson, a photographer. She is an artistic photographer, who's work I have loved for years. I thought she would get what I was trying to capture. They both came through for me, I picked up the outfits and had a photo shoot scheduled for the next day.   

So, I had CANCER, but too ease the pain I got to go on a double date with my husband and my good friend Olivia and her husband John. We went to Cheesecake Factory and then to see the movie Sully. After dinner we had a surprise that my friend from Atlanta, Cathy and another friend Amy came to join us for the movie. They did this after they heard of my diagnosis, to show support and love for me. This meant so much, to have such wonderful friends to lean on, especially tonight of all nights. Cathy and I had been friends since around 2000, when I became part of the infertility support group. I then met Amy around 2011 in the Bible Study that spun off the infertility support group, the Sheltering Tree. Olivia and I met in the Bible Study a few years after that. So our relationship had a strong foundation in Christ. After the movie Amy and Cathy took me to eat again! Cheesecake Factory two times in less than three hours, not sure it that should be allowed. The best part of the night was that I was surrounded by people who love me, and that is something the cancer diagnosis can not change!

John 13:34-35 ~ A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.

The Biopsy

Nine days passed before my biopsy. During that time I was not very stressed. I had received the report from the doctor regarding the mammogram and ultra sound, I felt very good about it. The chances of me having breast cancer was 16.8% and >20% before I was 90! These statistics sounded very good to me and the reassuring words of Dr. Baker letting me know he really did not think this was cancer put me at ease.

When I parked in front of the building where I was having the biopsy, a flood of memories came rushing to me. I had taken my Mother to this same place for an injection in her back, with regards to her cancer. How we sat together in the waiting room and the amount of pain she was in while waiting. After reviewing my scriptures I headed in to the biopsy alone. I was told I could drive myself home, so I did not see any reason to take anyone with me.

I received excellent care from Carol and Dr. Walsh. I just chatted up a storm with them. Telling them about the Carol I had worked with at the NEDC (National Embryo Donation Center), how wonderful she was and about the miracle birth of my embryo adopted twins. They both made the experience as pleasant as possible and since I really did not have any fear it was cancer, I was doing quite well. This was just a precaution and I was following through with the procedure.  That is until Dr. Walsh looked at me and said, "I want you got get a SURGEON and I will call you with the results tomorrow. We will refer a list of doctors for you to choose from, but I want you to be thinking about who you would choose." Well, for once in the whole procedure I was speechless! I had chosen a surgeon the night I found the lump, but I could not even tell Dr. Walsh this. I tried so hard to hold it together while they did another mammogram and gave me instructions on how to care for my breast that was just biopsied.

I am happy to say that I made it to the car. Once I hit the car the tears came flowing down. Is this what the doctors said to all patients? "Find a SURGEON?" I did not think so, so I called my friend, Jennifer who had just recently had breast cancer and had been down the path that looked like I was about to take. She talked with me prayed with me and loved on me. What a dear friend in Christ I have. I pulled myself together and went to school to eat with my kids, because life still goes on.

The next 35 hours were a bit uneasy. I went to my Thursday night Bible study, shared my experience with the girls and both of them said this does not sound good. My friend Amy's baby was diagnosed with retinoblastoma when he was just an infant and now at 13 they still go to St. Jude at least every year. ( Read about his story here: http://www.stategazette.com/story/1115568.html ). She knew first hand how doctors just have to be straight forward and tell it like it is, which is how they should be. My friend Olivia, who is an RN for Children's Hospital felt the same way. We knew Dr. Walsh must have done so many biopsies, that he recognized cancer when he saw it. So we prayed. We prayed for God's will to be done, for protection and health.

A prayer from my sweet friend,"Lord, please give Marti your peace, comfort and strength. Father, place your healing hand on her body...may she take encouragement in your faithfulness, great love for her. In Jesus name amen.."

GOD SERVICE

The week I waited for the mammogram felt like a very long time. I was quite concerned and a few of my friends were as well, which made me uneasy. You see, I have reason to panic when I think of CANCER. My father died at 44, when I was six, of cancer. I watched my very strong father, get weaker, and weaker with every passing day. Every breath he took was a struggle, I could see every bone in his body and when he coughed, blood came up.  This is what I think of when I hear the word CANCER. The American flag was draped over his coffin, taps was played by the bag pipes and my family was never the same again.

CANCER came creeping into my life again, this time with my mother. At 61 she was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, stage III. We were told the options were few and her best chance was a bone marrow transplant, so off to Houston Texas we went. While she was undergoing tests there, she walked out on them, well I had to wheel her out. She was so sick she could not walk, but she said she just knew that was not for her. The only other option left was to take a drug called Thalidomide. We were told it would only work until the cancer outsmarted the drug. That was the only option for her. They did not know how long she would live.

Well, I am thankful to say she lived 8 years. Her doctor, Dr. Grossman, was very pleased with her progress over the years and had told her she was his poster patient. My mother had many good days and was able to live long enough to see the birth of my miracle twins. Over the many years, my Mother's bones got weaker and weaker, she fell so many times, and she was in excruciating pain. This went on for years. But it gave my Mom and I time, time to talk about death, time to tell each other everything we wanted to, but also a lot of time to watch her slowly die. This is what I think of when I hear the word CANCER.

My Grandfather, aunt, and uncles all died from CANCER. So for me the word CANCER equals DEATH. Yes, this is dramatic, but that has been my experience with it. So when the day came to get my mammogram, I was not my chipper self. I sat in my car going over my scripture and when I was done, I still could not get out of the car. I thought, if this is CANCER, what have I done in my life? I am just a stay at home Mom. Have I really made a difference? While thinking these terrible thoughts, my body felt like a thick brick that I could not lift. So what did I do? I checked Facebook, why? Because I live in 2016! When I opened it up, there was a message I was tagged in, not one minute before. My friend Rebecca had posted, "Marti Morrow Bailey, I thought you'd like to know that out of the blue, Caroline came to me last night and said, "Mommy, it's Bible time. Where is my Bible?" What's interesting about this, is although we had read her the Bible a couple of times, it was not in the bedtime story rotation. She's going to a private Christian preschool so they must have Bible time, but thought you'd like to know she loves the children's Bible you gave her!"

The timing of this could not have been more perfect! This was the hand of God almighty telling me YES, MARTI MORROW BAILEY YOU HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE! In the life of this precious little girl, I had given her a Bible. Even though I do not get to visit with her, my gift of the Word had made a difference. God used Caroline to remind me that I am LOVED by GOD! This allowed me to get up out of the car and walk inside the building. When I walked in I was greeted by a long time friend, Beth Harris, that I had been in an infertility Bible study with many years ago. She had the most beautiful smile on her face and was just delighted to see me. I had to take her picture I was so excited to see her as well. She gave me the most warm loving hug, looked my appointment up and told me I was in the wrong place! Well, for people who know me will not be surprised that I went into the wrong place! I then had to drive around to the back of the building, in which I waited for the dreaded appointment.

Finally, my name was called and by that time my husband had come to sit with me, but the mammogram he could not be with me for. While the technician was taking the images and reviewing them, she asked me how I was doing,  because I had my head down I assumed. I let her know that I was praying for discernment and wisdom for her. She then went on to tell me she had a very busy morning and several patients that required extra time. After she was done taking my glamour shots, I was then escorted into another room to wait for my ultrasound. While I was waiting I remembered I had some books on my phone, so I pulled up one I had not read, called "God Loves You Chester Blue." While I was reading this book, I came across some powerful scriptures. Philippians 4:13 "I can do everything through Christ who gives me strength," which happens to be one of my verses I say everyday when I workout. What I was doing now, well, it was a different kind of exercise. This was an exercise in TRUST. When the technician came to check on me I knew things were not good! That is when I got the text from my Mother-in-law, letting me know that they were praying for a good report for me today and to wish me a Happy Anniversary! Did I mention it was my 18th wedding Anniversary? So, I tried to text her back to tell her the doctor was reading the mammogram right at that time, but the text would not go through, said NO SERVICE! There may not have been cell service, but there was GOD SERVICE! Not only did I get a text message without cell service, but I literally felt my body rise from a slumped position into an erect strong stance. Then the technician comes back out to tell me the doctor needs more glamour shots! So I get up to go and then she said he changed his mind. So I go sit back down and wait again. Then the door opens and it is my turn for the ultrasound!

The room was quite chilly and I shook the whole time I had the ultrasound. I felt very sorry for the technician, I was like a fish on that table. Truth be told, I was not only cold, I was scared. A few tears rolled down my cheeks even though I told myself I would not cry!! I have to say she was very thorough and I had no doubt she got it all. She told me she would have the doctor review it and he would come in and tell me the results. I asked that they bring my husband in as well. So when I got up to get dressed, I noticed the time on my phone and knew that my husband would not be in the waiting room, because he had a business appointment he had to attend with his boss. At that time, I knew I had to face the bad news alone. I was trying to gather myself when I read the text from my father-in-law. It said, "We are very thankful for the blessings your family brought Barb and I . The love you share is touching given today's great challenges. You both clearly realize the role Christ Jesus must play in married and family life. You can count on our support and daily prayers." I then tried to text back, but there was no cell service, only GOD SERVICE. Once I read that, God spoke to me and said, "It is ok that you are alone now, you alone will stand before me on my throne. It will be just me and you then and it is ok that it is just me and you now!" Wow! How powerful is that! Yes, I could do all things through Christ Jesus!

The doctor came in and said the mammogram did not look good, but the ultrasound looked better and he was going to do it himself to make sure. He then assured me that he did not think it was CANCER seeing it in "real" time. However, he was still going to send me for a biopsy, just to make sure, because it did look suspicious. But do not worry he said, I do not think this is CANCER.

So that night, my husband took me and the kids out for a feast. We laughed, we ate, and we rejoiced that we had been together for 18 years! We had rode the waves of infertility, death of a parent, infant twins, but not CANCER, at least not tonight...

Trust in the Lord with all your heart ~ Proverbs 3:5

Dates That Stick With You

August 24, 2016,  I walked into the crawl space of my house in search of a tent, by the request of my twins. I was reluctant to get it, because truthfully, I really did not want a tent put up in the house, but I followed through with their request. As my body was doing a new yoga pose to reach this Luke Sky Walker tent, I felt a lump in my breast. Panic, yes panic was my immediate reaction! After delivering the tent to the twins I rushed to the bathroom, to check if this really could be a lump. I mean, really, who on earth finds a lump in their breast by standing on their head while searching for a toy!I call for my husband to come and verify that this is a concern, and yes, he said I needed to call the doctor. Well, I have been in severe pain laying on the floor and my husband has stepped over me and told me I would be just fine (that was after a cyst ruptured on my ovary). So, I knew I should panic even more!

So, I called UT medical center where I go to get my annual mammogram. It seemed like a normal call, and I left a message. My next step was to call my insurance, because the previous year my insurance did not pay anything on the mammogram, because it was out of network. All the other years the same insurance had been in network with UT, so I was not going the make the same mistake twice! I called to see if UT was in network and what my options were regarding surgeons. That night I reached out to my aunt who had breast cancer to see who she went to and yes my insurance included him. I am sure she thought I was over reacting!

The next day I got a call from UT and they scheduled an appointment for me two weeks out. Well, I thought this was a bit long, but I knew my medical needs were no greater than any other woman experiencing the same thing, but I did think that it was a bit long. Another aunt agreed with me and told me to call my primary doctor to see if she could get me in sooner. Yes, she did think that was too long to wait especially after I told her it felt like a lima bean. She was able to get me in on Aug 30, my 18th wedding anniversary. I only had to wait a week...

Trusting God Through the Gasps

Today marks the 28th day of me finding a lump in my right breast. This was the MRI day, where I laid very still while hearing alarms blaring in my ears. It was not painful at all, nor was I claustrophobic. However, the noise made my head pound and I was trying very hard not to move, not even a finger they told me, nor any deep breaths, so they could get the best pictures of me possible. I had asked if the MRI would just take a look at my breast and underarms or chest also. I was reassured that it would cover the front part of my chest. Unfortunately, I have been having some chest pain, so I felt relieved to hear this.

So for the next 20 min. or so I prayed that God would help me stay very still so they could capture the most accurate pictures of my chest. During this time I prayed for the workers I met at the hospital, Stephan and Stephanie, as well as the medical staff who would read these results. I prayed for my family and friends. While in prayer, I repeated my favorite Bible verse, Philippians 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me," my son's favorite, Hebrews 13:8 "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and always," then my daughters, 1 Corinthians 2:9 "No eye has ever seen or no ear has ever heard or no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him."  All was going well until I was moved back out of the MRI and heard a medical person gasp. Well, needless to say, that is not what anyone wants to hear.

So what did this gasp mean? Did they forget to hook up my IV for the contrast pictures? Was what they were looking at so bad they need more? I was sent back into the MRI for an additional 6 minutes. Only time will tell. Until then, I will trust God with the gasp...

Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding."