Its been a long time since I last wrote. A lot has happened since then. We packed up everything into a Penske Truck, said goodbye to all our family and friends, and moved to Kelowna, British Columbia.
Much talk has been made about why we moved. We've said, "Josh wanted to live in the mountains" and "We thought it would be fun" and "We wanted to try something new", but above all else, the very root of why we moved was because we have had a really difficult year because of my health, and poor health insurance. We felt like it would be good for me to be close to my family because it was so hard for me to be away from my family when I was being taken back and forth to the emergency room, racking up loads of medical bills, etc. It just made more sense for us to come to Canada to be with family, and be able to have good insurance that WOULD cover my heart.
So yesterday I got to go to my new Canadian Cardiologist. He introduced himself to us as Peter. He is a very friendly, forty-something, former Czechoslovakian doctor. He asked me to tell him my story about how long I've dealt with tachycardia. I explained my whole story, about how I have struggled with it since I was in middle school--about grade 6. I told him how it didn't bother me that much until I got into college, that I had a bunch of tests done, was put on various kinds of medications to control it, etc. He said, "I'm just waiting to hear if anyone ever suggested that you get a cardiac ablation done." I said, "Yes. It was suggested to me about the 3 years ago, the first time, and my cardiologist in Houston really wanted me to have it done earlier this year." He said that if it was okay with us that he would like to go ahead and schedule the procedure. He doesn't like to medicate people for something that can be totally cured with a simple procedure. He asked if that was okay with us, and we smiled and said, "Yes. We would like to have that done."
So after many months of prayer, tears, blogs, fears, frustrations, and a cross country move, in a matter of a couple weeks to a few months I will go in for the procedure I have waited 3 years for. I will not have to pay $26,000 for it. I actually won't have to pay anything for it above my regular premium that I pay. We will go to Victoria, British Columbia and, Lord willing, I will come home cured.
"For great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the LORD endures forever. Praise the Lord."--Psalms 117:2
"In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps. "--Proverbs 16:9
We are so thankful that we serve a God who has guided and directed us. Every step of this journey has felt inexplicably directed and ordered of God. Thank you, Lord, for your love and mercies.
Much talk has been made about why we moved. We've said, "Josh wanted to live in the mountains" and "We thought it would be fun" and "We wanted to try something new", but above all else, the very root of why we moved was because we have had a really difficult year because of my health, and poor health insurance. We felt like it would be good for me to be close to my family because it was so hard for me to be away from my family when I was being taken back and forth to the emergency room, racking up loads of medical bills, etc. It just made more sense for us to come to Canada to be with family, and be able to have good insurance that WOULD cover my heart.
So yesterday I got to go to my new Canadian Cardiologist. He introduced himself to us as Peter. He is a very friendly, forty-something, former Czechoslovakian doctor. He asked me to tell him my story about how long I've dealt with tachycardia. I explained my whole story, about how I have struggled with it since I was in middle school--about grade 6. I told him how it didn't bother me that much until I got into college, that I had a bunch of tests done, was put on various kinds of medications to control it, etc. He said, "I'm just waiting to hear if anyone ever suggested that you get a cardiac ablation done." I said, "Yes. It was suggested to me about the 3 years ago, the first time, and my cardiologist in Houston really wanted me to have it done earlier this year." He said that if it was okay with us that he would like to go ahead and schedule the procedure. He doesn't like to medicate people for something that can be totally cured with a simple procedure. He asked if that was okay with us, and we smiled and said, "Yes. We would like to have that done."
So after many months of prayer, tears, blogs, fears, frustrations, and a cross country move, in a matter of a couple weeks to a few months I will go in for the procedure I have waited 3 years for. I will not have to pay $26,000 for it. I actually won't have to pay anything for it above my regular premium that I pay. We will go to Victoria, British Columbia and, Lord willing, I will come home cured.
"For great is his love toward us, and the faithfulness of the LORD endures forever. Praise the Lord."--Psalms 117:2
"In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps. "--Proverbs 16:9
We are so thankful that we serve a God who has guided and directed us. Every step of this journey has felt inexplicably directed and ordered of God. Thank you, Lord, for your love and mercies.
Carly, that is so awesome!! I am so happy for you that this is all happening now.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brandon! It feels like a miracle!
ReplyDeleterejoicing that you are finally finding answers and peace (and Lord willing, recovery) from all the medical mysteries that have been your life lately. missing your smile and your sweet self. remember that i am praying for you- and i'm only an email away!
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