All things work together for good.

As I woke up Wednesday for my appointment at Mayo, I can't explain the peace the Lord gave me.  It was definitely from Him.  He's so good to me.

 Now, don't get me wrong, in the midst of the peace that the Lord gives, there are still some roller coaster emotions.  These past weeks have sort of felt like I've been in a cloud.  I find myself asking, "Is this really me going through this? I've always been so healthy!"  "Am I really the one going to Mayo?"

 As I was wasting some extra time between my appointments, I browsed through the giftshop at Mayo.  As I glanced around taking my time, I saw many things with the Mayo Emblem....coffee cups, t-shirts, sweaters...you name it.  At first I thought, " You've got to be kidding me, who wants to get a shirt with 'Mayo' on it.  Not the kind of thing I want to say, "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt"  (Although that's not really a saying I use to begin with!)  But, then, I realized that Mayo has been a place where people come from all over the world to get answers to their health problems.  It's amazing there.  I've been so blessed to be able to come and see so many doctors and have so many tests.  They truly care and are trying to help me.  So, there is some sort of significance to buying a Mayo t-shirt.   They are a tool that the Lord is using in my life.

Told you...roller coaster emotions! :o)

Tuesday night Patrick and the kiddos will arrive in Fort Lauderdale.  Then, they will drive on over to Fort Myers.  I can't wait to see them!  I called  Patrick,to tell him what they found in my lungs on Friday.  I told him, "I just need you here!"  He has wanted to come a long time ago, but we always felt that the next appointment could have the answer, the right meds, and I would be on my way back to St. Barths before he could arrive.  But after my visit with the doctor, and I saw the concern in his eyes, I knew I wanted my husband to come.

Wednesday, Patrick and I will leave for Jacksonville.  I have a lab appointment first thing Thursday morning where they will check for yeast growth in my blood.  The doctor says there is a small possibility that this is a fungal infection in  my lungs.  He doesn't seem to be leaning towards that diagnosis, just more hopeful for it.  I had mentioned this before to my other doctors, but they always dismissed it since I don't have most of the symptoms.  Thursday afternoon I will see the Pulmonologist.  He wants to compare my previous CT Scans, MRI, and Nuclear Bone Scan, and see if the nodules in my lungs were missed during those tests.  Most likely not, but they want to check.  If they were not there on the last exams, then the nodules are growing rapidly.  The Pulmonologist will come up with a plan to figure out what these are.  There is also a chance that he will want to watch them for a bit.  We will see.

Once again, I beg for your prayers.  God's way is perfect and I feel His powerful hands on my life.  There are times when Patrick and I are strong for one another, then there are times when we aren't as much.  Sometimes those tears, as we talk, actually make us feel better.  I was reminded the other day of when Jesus wept.  How compassionate He was.  So....our emotions are all over the place.  But even in the midst of them, God is faithful.  I have given Him my life.  I've asked Him to reach the island of St. Barthelemy through me.  I don't know what that will take.  But, I'm willing.

I'm reminded of Romans 8:28 

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."

So, should I get the t-shirt, or the sweatshirt? :o)