Rejection

I woke up this morning hoping to put aside the drama of yesterday, go to Bible Study, and just have a good day. I am still not feeling well, my throat continues to be irritated to the point I cannot eat, and my uvula (Hannah told me the name for it and, for those of you who are unfamiliar with that term, it is the little guy that hangs down in the back of your throat) is extremely swollen and causing me difficulties.

I settled down to finish my Bible study homework for this week only to receive a phone call that Bible study was cancelled due to the weather, bummer, I really could have used that time with God and a supportive group of girlfriends.

So, I decided to head to the computer to check my accounts.

There was a message there from Dr. Pilewski. My bronch results are in and my lungs are in mild rejection and I have another infection of Pseudomonas. All it took was that word rejection and I burst into tears. Yesterday I cried myself out, so I really didn't need another emotional breakdown. But certainly, for any transplant patient, the word rejection is terrifying. So I certainly felt justified for my tears.

I am not sure what comes next, but it sounds like more antibiotics, an added anti-rejection drug, an increase in prednisone, and lots of prayers.

Wow, what would I do if I couldn't look to God knowing he is my rock, no, my mountain. Though I am emotionally spent, I know FOR A FACT, God will take care of me. I am doing all that I can, everything else is in His hands. Boy, what do I ever have to be afraid of?

Please lift me up in your prayers this week, as I know you already do. I can't think of a better group of people to ask.

God bless you all today and always! Love you! Nancy