...and now we pray

After my first week of recovery I hit a wall.  I didn’t feel any better nor did I feel worse.  My mind was beginning to clear of the post surgery and pain medication induced fog but my body was not catching up.  My impatience flared and frustration loomed as I remained tired and weary for two weeks.  Thankfully this week I have been feeling much better.  My mind is clear and sharp and I’ve been able to get my body to endure a bit more every day.  Next week I should be able to return to work and it seems that my recovery is rapidly galloping toward its end…and now we pray.

Next Thursday I have a routine exam with my rheumatologist.  Muriel (I mean she has to be great her first name is the same as Miss Stacy in Anne of Green Gables) from Holt gave me the guidelines for the letter that my doctor must write.  The letter will need to state the doctor’s credentials, the status of my disorder (lupus/mild), my current treatment plan (just monitor no need for treatment since it is mild), my prognosis (positive since my case is so mild) and whether or not the doctor believes I should be permitted to adopt.  This is the absolutely most important step in the process for us as my lupus could exclude us from being able to adopt.  The letter will be sent to Holt and then a group of directors will review it and will determine whether or not we are eligible to move ahead .  If everything goes well we are then permitted to complete our application.  I have been praying like crazy that all goes well but would be fibbing if I didn’t admit that I am nervous.  I would be grateful if this part of the process were merely a hill to climb instead of a jagged frozen snow covered impossible mountain. I believe with God, climbing the jagged frozen snow covered mountain would be possible, but right now I could use a little rest while basking in the radiant brightness of hope.

BRIGHTNESS!