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Carly Gets a Good Heart

After about eight months of uncertainty, worry, trying to figure out how to fix my heart, many many medical bills, and a trans-country-move later, December 30th I will be going in for my heart procedure.

It will be an outpatient procedure. We'll be flying into Victoria on December 29th to stay at a hotel. At 6:30 in the morning on the 3th we'll arrive at the hospital. My procedure will begin at noon. It should last about 3 hours. When its over, I'll just have to lay in a bed for about 5 hours to make sure that the place where the heart catheter is inserted heals up properly. We should be leaving the hospital around 7 pm that night or a bit later. We'll stay at a hotel that night and fly home to Kelowna on the 31st.

For those of you that pray, thank you for your prayers over this last year. We really appreciate it, and are so grateful that our big God answers prayer in amazing abundant ways. Instead of having to pay $26,000 for this procedure, we will be paying nothing. We won't have to pay for the plane tickets to Victoria, because the medical will reimburse us for that as well. Thank you all for your love and support.

We are so excited for this rough year to come to a happy end. Please pray with us for wisdom and guidance for the doctors, calm nerves for us, and and easy breezy procedure.

I will for sure be having a coffee and chocolate new years party :)

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