“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.“
I have an appointment with my neurosurgeon coming up later this month. He has always been supportive and optimistic, but I’m still nervous. What if, this time, he tells me that if I haven’t had any relief from the pain this long after surgery then odds are I won’t ever have any less pain? I’m only forty-five. There’s a lot I want to do with my life, and most of it doesn’t include being in constant pain. But whatever God has planned for me I’ll muddle through, just like I’ve muddled through so far.
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