I wish I had a dollar for every time I have heard the following questions: Have you really researched this surgery? Do you really know the risks involved? Are you sure you want to put yourself through surgery to lose weight? Will you promise me that you will think about this long and hard before you make a decision? Do you really know what you are giving up by having this surgery? Why did you lose so much weight to have 'weight loss' surgery? You have lost so much weight without the surgery, why don't you just keep doing what you are doing and forget about the surgery?
I began seriously researching RNY, gastric bypass surgery, in 2007. I read everything on the internet that I could find. I watched thousands of videos on youtube. I watched the "Big Medicine" show on tv, as well as every other program that dealt with super morbid obesity. One of the prerequisites of the surgery was to be smoke free for 6 months before surgery. August 12, 2008, I quit smoking in order to meet that prerequisite. I began calling surgeons in February of 2009 to get information about the different programs in my area. I was completely devastated to find out that not one doctor in east Tennessee accepted my insurance. I cried for weeks.
A series of events late last summer, that can only be explained as 'sent from God' shed new hope for me. Darin was dating a sweet girl who worked at the University of Tennessee Medical Center. She had inside information that eventually led to me being referred to the UT Weight Loss and Surgery Center. Sadly Darin and this lady didn't work out, but we all agree that their meeting was not for themselves, but rather for me. That's how the Lord works sometimes.
Do I understand the risks? You bet I do. When one researches to the depths that I did, one sees all angles: the good, bad, and the ugly. Yes, I saw it all. I saw pictures of surgeries gone wrong, where people were disfigured for life. I saw emaciated people because 'something just didn't go right.' I read obituaries of people who died due to complications from the surgery. Did this alarm me? Sure it did! But you know what alarmed me even more? Having chest pains for no apparent reason. Becoming out of breath from only walking a few steps. Being afraid to go to a restaurant because I may not fit in the booth, or the chair may break out from under me. Going to a store and having people yell hurtful things to me from across the parking lot. Personal hygiene becoming difficult. Not being able to stretch the seat belt around me in the car. I could go on and on!
Do I really want to put myself through this major surgery? I've considered all aspects of this procedure, and yes, I want to proceed with it. Let me be very clear! I have been on every diet known to man! I have lost probably thousands of pounds only to regain it. NOTHING that I have tried gave me long term results. I understand that this surgery isn't a miracle cure! I understand, and I want you to understand, that this is not the easy way out! I understand that I will still have to work very hard to reach my goal. I am a chocoholic. I could live on chocolate candy, and anything sweet. I understand that this surgery can assist me to resist sweets that are my ultimate downfall! Sweets will make me deathly sick, and just won't be worth the effort.
Will I promise that I will think long and hard before deciding to have the surgery? Done. Let's see, I began seriously researching in 2007. It is currently 2011. Would you agree that 4 years is 'long?' 'Nuff said!
Do I really know what I am giving up by having this surgery? Yes, I know that I will never be able to sit down to a Thanksgiving meal and pig out with the rest of the family or with others at public functions. But that doesn't mean that others can't! This surgery only effects MY eating habits. No one else need be concerned that Wanda can only eat a couple of ounces. A couple of ounces will have Wanda FULL and satisfied! This is Wanda's choice! It is not a terrible condition or affliction that causes me to be miserable and unable to eat like others. It is MY choice!
Why did I lose so much weight if I am going to have the surgery to lose weight? I know it sounds like a contradiction. My insurance requires me to lose 1/2 to 3 pounds per month for six months. The program that I am utilizing requires every weight loss surgery patient a 6 month waiting period. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't know how to diet just a little. How do you know each month that you have met that 1/2 pound loss? Do you diet just a couple of days out of the month to reach that amount? Really! If I have to diet, then I'm going all out and DIET! And why the heck not? I have to wait 6 months anyway, why not diet and just have that much out of the way before surgery? It will make it easier on me, the surgeon, and the recovery will be much more pleasant. This gives me an opportunity to get the necessary self-discipline in place. It's a win-win, no matter how you look at it! Why can't people get this? It sure beats spending that 6 months where every single day is looked upon as 'the last meal' that only leads to further weight gain that could have been avoided had folks just used their brains! What may have been 150 pounds to lose could become 200 pounds or more! Can anyone convince me that is OK?
Why don't I just continue to diet and not put myself through the surgery? OK, this is the Big One! I have lost this much weight and even more, several times but have always gained it back. It doesn't last! I have a history of bulimia. It hasn't reared it's ugly head, yet, but it would be certain to do so if I continue losing on my own. There would be a time when I would begin to want that candy bar, or that chocolate chip cookie, or anything sinfully sweet and with nothing preventing me from binging and purging, I would find myself in serious trouble again. The characteristics of a food-aholic are very similar to an alcoholic. When I start eating sweets, I can't stop! Then, after I have consumed enough calories in one sitting that could have lasted me 3 weeks, I panic. I have to get rid of it! It will make me gain weight! So, I'll make myself vomit, and/or take a handful of laxatives to 'get rid' of it. Now, after having gastric bypass surgery, my stomach (pouch) will only be able to hold a couple of ounces. If I try to to binge, I will rupture my pouch. If I rupture my pouch, I will die! Sound like a good motivation not to start practicing bulimia again? Yeah, I thought you would agree! This is for good measure: You wouldn't tell an alcoholic, "Go ahead! A little won't hurt you!" Why would you tell a foodaholic to go ahead and have a little? Honestly! Don't encourage us to cheat! It is senseless! Honestly!
Yes, I wish I had a dollar for every time I have been asked these questions! I would be driving a Cadillac! No one can possibly know that I would love to respond in this manner: Yes, I have! Have you done your research? Spend your time researching instead of questioning, and then those of us who are taking the giant step toward taking our lives back will have more support and less criticism!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Too many ways to spell Discouragement?
I'm struggling. I am fighting the urge to indulge is something sinfully sweet, chocolate, and full of empty calories. But, it's not because I really want it, I guess it's because I need some comfort. Day in and day out, I follow my diet to the letter. I haven't cheated on this diet, not even a smidge since day one. I keep a food journal, take my vitamins, calcium and probiotic faithfully, every single day, and the scales won't budge. In fact, the scales say that I have gained one pound this week. I'd like to shake my finger in the face of my surgeon who avowed that this Thyroidectomy wouldn't cause me to gain weight. For the most part, I haven't gained any weight, but I can't seem to lose any more weight either. Very, very discouraged.
I am so very thankful that I was able to lose a good deal of weight before having the thyroid surgery. It's the only thing that is keeping me going now. I've got to be strong, and trust that the weight will start coming off again as my thyroid medication is increased. My clothes are still baggy as can be. I don't know if it is my wishful thinking, or if anyone else can see it, but it seems that my clothes continue to get bigger and bigger on me, as though I'm still losing weight, but the scales just aren't showing it. I just knew that I would see a loss this week. Instead, it is a 1 pound gain!?! I just don't understand how it is possible.
I go back to the weight loss center in about a week and a half. I know they understand that I'm going through a valley right now, but this will be the first time since I've been going that I will not have a significant monthly weight loss. It's just so stinkin' unfair! And it will be my 6th appointment, which means that my case is very close to being turned over for insurance approval. I wanted so badly to have 80 pounds off before a surgery date. I suppose that could still happen, if my medication will allow it, as I'll have to delay a surgery date until my hormone levels have stabilized and my body has recovered from radiation. Dental work is going to factor in some further delays, too.
I must keep on keepin' on and pray for God's will. I'm glad my Lord's walking through this valley with me! He may have to carry me soon.......
I am so very thankful that I was able to lose a good deal of weight before having the thyroid surgery. It's the only thing that is keeping me going now. I've got to be strong, and trust that the weight will start coming off again as my thyroid medication is increased. My clothes are still baggy as can be. I don't know if it is my wishful thinking, or if anyone else can see it, but it seems that my clothes continue to get bigger and bigger on me, as though I'm still losing weight, but the scales just aren't showing it. I just knew that I would see a loss this week. Instead, it is a 1 pound gain!?! I just don't understand how it is possible.
I go back to the weight loss center in about a week and a half. I know they understand that I'm going through a valley right now, but this will be the first time since I've been going that I will not have a significant monthly weight loss. It's just so stinkin' unfair! And it will be my 6th appointment, which means that my case is very close to being turned over for insurance approval. I wanted so badly to have 80 pounds off before a surgery date. I suppose that could still happen, if my medication will allow it, as I'll have to delay a surgery date until my hormone levels have stabilized and my body has recovered from radiation. Dental work is going to factor in some further delays, too.
I must keep on keepin' on and pray for God's will. I'm glad my Lord's walking through this valley with me! He may have to carry me soon.......
Friday, July 1, 2011
Meet My Beautiful Family!
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| Sitting on floor: Brandon, Brenna, James; Standing: Jeremy, Tabi, Pam, Gary, Wanda, Darin, Andy; Seated: Daddy and Mama |
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Day 133
I can't believe it has been 2 months since I have posted. So much has happened, I don't even know where to begin. It took a very long time to get an appointment with a doctor who would take my insurance and decide what treatment would be necessary. I didn't have any thyroid replacement hormone during this entire time, so my levels being totally depleted left me lethargic, exhausted, and weak. My skin is drier than the Sahara, my face has gotten puffy with under eye bags, my voice is hoarse and raspy, muscles ache, and the constipation---good Grief!!! This entire journey (thyroid) has been one roller coaster ride after the next! I didn't have any weight gain through all of this, but I certainly didn't lose any either. I just hit a wall. My appetite was gone, and had to force myself to eat. It was a struggle to get 600 calories in a day, but I didn't lose weight.
The discussion towards radiation went something like this: you may not have to have it; you definitely will have to have it; no, you absolutely will not have to have radiation; well, we just don't know if you will have to have it or not; no, there is nothing there to indicate radiation is necessary; to finally----yes, you are going to have radiation. Bear in mind that I am in the "dangerous" degree of hypothyroidism, and it takes much more effort for me to process information in this fog that I live in lately. The doctors have had me in such a turmoil, I can't even describe it!
I did indeed have the radioactive iodine on 6-24-11. I stayed at Mama and Daddy's where I could have a bathroom all to myself, and be away from others while I was 'hot.' Hee, hee!! Imagine that: I was actually 'hot' for 3 whole days! I'm to exercise common sense now, and not get in crowds or around children nor pregnant women. I guess I'll be staying home this Sunday, again, and watching Liberty Baptist Church broadcast on the internet. I'm so thankful that Liberty has so graciously extended this option to us! It's been such a blessing!
As it turns out, I could have been on a low dose of thyroid medicine this entire time, but 2 different doctors told me I'd have to wait until after radiation. Oh, well, I am on a low dose now and will be slowly raising the dosage over the next couple of months. I can tell you, I can already tell a difference! Can't wait to get to my ideal dosage and start to really feel better! I probably won't know how to act! The doctor says it could take up to 6 months to fully reach goal levels, but I refuse to believe it will take that long!
The Endocronologist that I am seeing is just awesome! She is a tough cookie, and I wouldn't want to make her mad! She knows her 'stuff' though! The only foreseeable problem that we are going to have is that she is insisting that I drop out of the weight loss program and concentrate on getting through radiation and getting my levels up. I understand the importance of this, honestly, I do. But quitting the program----well, that's just not an option! I am 5 months into a 6 month program! Just too close to the prize to simply quit! Now, if it means a delay in the process for a few extra months, I can do that. Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot another issue. The Endo doc found a spot in my mouth that she is worried may be some kind of oral cancer. Oh, great! Now that I've had radiation, I can't see a dentist nor have any kind of invasive procedures for 6 weeks. I just get to sit here and worry about it for another month! Can I say just how much I hate roller coasters?!?!
You know, my Lord has brought me through so much! He has been my strength and my shield! He has never let go of my hand! Why would I ever doubt that through Him, everything is possible! So, "6 months to reach goal thyroid levels" well, I turn you over to the Lord! And "oral cancer scare," I turn you over to the Lord! I claim my healing! Satan, you would like nothing better than to interfere with the progress and success that my Lord has already provided and promised me, but even on your very best day, you are no match for my Champion! Go and warm your feet by your own fire! This girl is trusting and leaning on the Lord! AMEN!
The discussion towards radiation went something like this: you may not have to have it; you definitely will have to have it; no, you absolutely will not have to have radiation; well, we just don't know if you will have to have it or not; no, there is nothing there to indicate radiation is necessary; to finally----yes, you are going to have radiation. Bear in mind that I am in the "dangerous" degree of hypothyroidism, and it takes much more effort for me to process information in this fog that I live in lately. The doctors have had me in such a turmoil, I can't even describe it!
I did indeed have the radioactive iodine on 6-24-11. I stayed at Mama and Daddy's where I could have a bathroom all to myself, and be away from others while I was 'hot.' Hee, hee!! Imagine that: I was actually 'hot' for 3 whole days! I'm to exercise common sense now, and not get in crowds or around children nor pregnant women. I guess I'll be staying home this Sunday, again, and watching Liberty Baptist Church broadcast on the internet. I'm so thankful that Liberty has so graciously extended this option to us! It's been such a blessing!
As it turns out, I could have been on a low dose of thyroid medicine this entire time, but 2 different doctors told me I'd have to wait until after radiation. Oh, well, I am on a low dose now and will be slowly raising the dosage over the next couple of months. I can tell you, I can already tell a difference! Can't wait to get to my ideal dosage and start to really feel better! I probably won't know how to act! The doctor says it could take up to 6 months to fully reach goal levels, but I refuse to believe it will take that long!
The Endocronologist that I am seeing is just awesome! She is a tough cookie, and I wouldn't want to make her mad! She knows her 'stuff' though! The only foreseeable problem that we are going to have is that she is insisting that I drop out of the weight loss program and concentrate on getting through radiation and getting my levels up. I understand the importance of this, honestly, I do. But quitting the program----well, that's just not an option! I am 5 months into a 6 month program! Just too close to the prize to simply quit! Now, if it means a delay in the process for a few extra months, I can do that. Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot another issue. The Endo doc found a spot in my mouth that she is worried may be some kind of oral cancer. Oh, great! Now that I've had radiation, I can't see a dentist nor have any kind of invasive procedures for 6 weeks. I just get to sit here and worry about it for another month! Can I say just how much I hate roller coasters?!?!
You know, my Lord has brought me through so much! He has been my strength and my shield! He has never let go of my hand! Why would I ever doubt that through Him, everything is possible! So, "6 months to reach goal thyroid levels" well, I turn you over to the Lord! And "oral cancer scare," I turn you over to the Lord! I claim my healing! Satan, you would like nothing better than to interfere with the progress and success that my Lord has already provided and promised me, but even on your very best day, you are no match for my Champion! Go and warm your feet by your own fire! This girl is trusting and leaning on the Lord! AMEN!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thyroid Body Scan
Hello everyone! My sweet, sweet Daddy drove me to Knoxville today to have the total thyroid body scan. It was so nice to be in the passenger seat, and just enjoy the trip there and back. I love to hear my Daddy's stories!
Thank goodness the weather that went through Tennessee yesterday has all passed us now. It was the worst weather event that Tennessee has seen since 1974! That was a year before we moved to Tennessee from Indiana. The last count that I heard was 129 reported tornadoes from this system, throughout several affected states! It lasted several hours with one storm after the next! It just wouldn't stop. Some folk in parts of Knoxville had hand-sized hail! Yes, Hand Sized! There are photos and video all over the Internet about it! Where I live, we had strong winds, heavy rain, thunder and lightning, but that is all, thank you, Lord! We never lost power! My directv was out most of the evening, so I listened to WIVK on the radio. They did an awesome job reporting the weather, as well as letting folks call in and give updates on what was going on in the surrounding areas. My prayers are with the people in Alabama where the worst devastation and loss of life happened.
I'll see the surgeon on Tuesday to get the results of this scan that I had today. I feel like it is going to be fine, as the fella who administered the test came back smiling and said that I didn't have to come back any more! I thought: "Yeah! You just told me that I don't have any more cancer in my body!" I'll get the official word next week, and I can't wait!
My next weigh in is tomorrow. I'm just hoping that I maintained the weight loss from last week. I don't really expect to lose any more, but hey, I lost 11 pounds last week! Maintaining that loss will be fine with me!
Thank goodness the weather that went through Tennessee yesterday has all passed us now. It was the worst weather event that Tennessee has seen since 1974! That was a year before we moved to Tennessee from Indiana. The last count that I heard was 129 reported tornadoes from this system, throughout several affected states! It lasted several hours with one storm after the next! It just wouldn't stop. Some folk in parts of Knoxville had hand-sized hail! Yes, Hand Sized! There are photos and video all over the Internet about it! Where I live, we had strong winds, heavy rain, thunder and lightning, but that is all, thank you, Lord! We never lost power! My directv was out most of the evening, so I listened to WIVK on the radio. They did an awesome job reporting the weather, as well as letting folks call in and give updates on what was going on in the surrounding areas. My prayers are with the people in Alabama where the worst devastation and loss of life happened.
I'll see the surgeon on Tuesday to get the results of this scan that I had today. I feel like it is going to be fine, as the fella who administered the test came back smiling and said that I didn't have to come back any more! I thought: "Yeah! You just told me that I don't have any more cancer in my body!" I'll get the official word next week, and I can't wait!
My next weigh in is tomorrow. I'm just hoping that I maintained the weight loss from last week. I don't really expect to lose any more, but hey, I lost 11 pounds last week! Maintaining that loss will be fine with me!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Murphey's Law
I was scheduled to have a nuclear scan yesterday, Monday. I got up early, got a shower, and was drying my hair when the phone rang. Considering it was 7:23 AM, I knew it had something to do with the test. Turns out that the medication that was necessary to perform the test was on a damaged plane in Missouri due to a tornado. So, the test was rescheduled for this morning. We have major storms nipping at our heals----not a good day to be away from home.
It didn't take long to realize that something was wrong after I got to the hospital this morning. Heads were together, the words 'thyroid scan' were being mumble all over, and a statement that left no doubt they were talking about me. There was a miscommunication between the Dr's office and the scheduling department at the hospital. The test that was ordered is only done on people who still have their thyroid gland. The test that I was supposed to have required a larger dose of radiation. After taking the capsule, I would return in 2 days and then have the scan. Long story short, the technician left no stone unturned until it was all sorted out, and cleared with the insurance company and I got the medication.
So, medication taken after a rather lengthy delay, and buddy, I'm ready to get out of there and go home! Not so fast! I turned my valet ticket in, and waited. And I waited. And I waited. Approximately 15 to 20 people came got their cars after me. I finally asked the fellas where my car was. An attendant who took my ticket, apparently never pulled my keys! (I'm pretty sure he was on his way to lunch, and just didn't want to deal with a car with a flat tire.) When my keys were pulled, there was a note attached that said I had a very low tire. I started to cry, because here I am: I'm still recovering from surgery, and I can't change a tire. I couldn't have changed a tire if I hadn't had surgery! I told them I didn't know what I was going to do. One attendant said that security would change my tire if it were flat. So, I felt a tad bit of relief. The joke was on me, when the attendants didn't call security, and told me that I would have to drive to the Pilot and air up the tire.
I made it to the Pilot and tried to get someone to help me. I was crying so hard, I could barely talk, but absolutely NO ONE would help me. I told them I didn't even know how to use the air pump and the girl simply said it takes quarters. OK! Good! It takes quarters, that tells me exactly how to use it! So I scraped up 4 quarters and loaded the machine, but no matter what I tried, I couldn't get any air to go into the tire. I had a melt down! I had to call Darin and asked him to come to Knoxville and help me. People drove by, and just looked at me as if to say, "Woman, you know you got a flat tire? You need to change it!" Where are all the good Samaritans in Knoxville? A motorcycle cop rolled up and asked if I had called, and did I need help, but before I could tell him that I didn't call, but I DID need help, dispatch told him where he was supposed to have gone, and off he went.
Darin finally got to me about 45 minutes later. He tried to get air in the tire, but apparently the tip that was supposed to be on the hose was missing. The only thing he could do was put the spare tire on. He had so much trouble trying to figure out the crazy jack. After about 35 minutes of frustration, he got the car jacked up, and got the tire off. But, when he was loading it into the trunk, the car rolled off the jack! It almost rolled into the front of Darin's truck, only missed it by about 2 inches! I was praying that God would send us a good Samaritan, but everybody just looked, and drove on. He was finally able to get the car back up, and put the spare tire on. I walked back to the Pilot, and asked a nice fella if he knew if there were a place nearby where I could get a tire fixed, and he told me how to get to Pep Boys. It was only about a mile away. Thank you Lord! I knew I couldn't drive all the way back home only going 45 miles per hour on the Interstate!
I sat in Pep Boys, and convinced Darin to go on back home and go on to work. He would be late, but not too much, I don't think. I sure appreciated all that he did, frustration and all. I suppose I waited about 45 minutes, and was told that my car was ready. Now, I only had about 25 dollars to my name, and I didn't know what I would do if I needed a new tire. But, the nice clerk told me that I had a leaking valve stem, and there would be no charge! Thank you Lord! Here was my Good Samaritan!
I've tried to look on the brighter side of most situations. If I get behind a slow car, forget something and have to go back home, get stopped by every, single stop light, then perhaps the Lord is sparing me of trouble that I could potentially be in up the road. I was really upset over the neglect of others to help another in need. In the end, I got what I prayed for! I believe herein is another lesson learned. God worked, just like he said he would----on His time, not mine! Thank you Lord!
There is a painful truth, however. Had I been a pretty little whisper of about 140 pounds, people would have been bending over backwards to help me! I know this and it hurts more than I can say.
It didn't take long to realize that something was wrong after I got to the hospital this morning. Heads were together, the words 'thyroid scan' were being mumble all over, and a statement that left no doubt they were talking about me. There was a miscommunication between the Dr's office and the scheduling department at the hospital. The test that was ordered is only done on people who still have their thyroid gland. The test that I was supposed to have required a larger dose of radiation. After taking the capsule, I would return in 2 days and then have the scan. Long story short, the technician left no stone unturned until it was all sorted out, and cleared with the insurance company and I got the medication.
So, medication taken after a rather lengthy delay, and buddy, I'm ready to get out of there and go home! Not so fast! I turned my valet ticket in, and waited. And I waited. And I waited. Approximately 15 to 20 people came got their cars after me. I finally asked the fellas where my car was. An attendant who took my ticket, apparently never pulled my keys! (I'm pretty sure he was on his way to lunch, and just didn't want to deal with a car with a flat tire.) When my keys were pulled, there was a note attached that said I had a very low tire. I started to cry, because here I am: I'm still recovering from surgery, and I can't change a tire. I couldn't have changed a tire if I hadn't had surgery! I told them I didn't know what I was going to do. One attendant said that security would change my tire if it were flat. So, I felt a tad bit of relief. The joke was on me, when the attendants didn't call security, and told me that I would have to drive to the Pilot and air up the tire.
I made it to the Pilot and tried to get someone to help me. I was crying so hard, I could barely talk, but absolutely NO ONE would help me. I told them I didn't even know how to use the air pump and the girl simply said it takes quarters. OK! Good! It takes quarters, that tells me exactly how to use it! So I scraped up 4 quarters and loaded the machine, but no matter what I tried, I couldn't get any air to go into the tire. I had a melt down! I had to call Darin and asked him to come to Knoxville and help me. People drove by, and just looked at me as if to say, "Woman, you know you got a flat tire? You need to change it!" Where are all the good Samaritans in Knoxville? A motorcycle cop rolled up and asked if I had called, and did I need help, but before I could tell him that I didn't call, but I DID need help, dispatch told him where he was supposed to have gone, and off he went.
Darin finally got to me about 45 minutes later. He tried to get air in the tire, but apparently the tip that was supposed to be on the hose was missing. The only thing he could do was put the spare tire on. He had so much trouble trying to figure out the crazy jack. After about 35 minutes of frustration, he got the car jacked up, and got the tire off. But, when he was loading it into the trunk, the car rolled off the jack! It almost rolled into the front of Darin's truck, only missed it by about 2 inches! I was praying that God would send us a good Samaritan, but everybody just looked, and drove on. He was finally able to get the car back up, and put the spare tire on. I walked back to the Pilot, and asked a nice fella if he knew if there were a place nearby where I could get a tire fixed, and he told me how to get to Pep Boys. It was only about a mile away. Thank you Lord! I knew I couldn't drive all the way back home only going 45 miles per hour on the Interstate!
I sat in Pep Boys, and convinced Darin to go on back home and go on to work. He would be late, but not too much, I don't think. I sure appreciated all that he did, frustration and all. I suppose I waited about 45 minutes, and was told that my car was ready. Now, I only had about 25 dollars to my name, and I didn't know what I would do if I needed a new tire. But, the nice clerk told me that I had a leaking valve stem, and there would be no charge! Thank you Lord! Here was my Good Samaritan!
I've tried to look on the brighter side of most situations. If I get behind a slow car, forget something and have to go back home, get stopped by every, single stop light, then perhaps the Lord is sparing me of trouble that I could potentially be in up the road. I was really upset over the neglect of others to help another in need. In the end, I got what I prayed for! I believe herein is another lesson learned. God worked, just like he said he would----on His time, not mine! Thank you Lord!
There is a painful truth, however. Had I been a pretty little whisper of about 140 pounds, people would have been bending over backwards to help me! I know this and it hurts more than I can say.
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