Well, today’s the day. I didn’t prepared for it very well. Oh, I have MSB set up with a duck gumbo so I won’t have to cook for a while if I don’t want to. The house is clean (can you believe that?!) and the laundry done. That’s not the preparation I’m talking about.
I ate lunch around two yesterday, so I wasn’t hungry around my usual supper time and didn’t eat. How dumb can a gal get? “Nothing to eat or drink after midnight,” the instructions say. So I’m awake and hungry, and worse–can’t have my coffee!
My other worry is that I didn’t drink enough water yesterday and my veins seem to have gone into hiding. What part of “IV Needle” did I not understand yesterday when I was taking care of everything but me? I’m a needle-wimp from way back. Since I’ll be asleep for everything but getting the IV in, that’s my biggest fear today. Which, when you think about it, isn’t all that big.
If I’d had a lick of sense, I would’ve slept in—well, actually, I kinda did. I slept til 4:30, which is roughly an hour and a half later than when I’ve been waking up lately. But the surgery isn’t until 9:00. Now it’s six, and I still have three hours of coffee craving and stomach growling to go.
Actually, though, I’m pretty psyched and ready for this, and totally buoyed by the love and prayers my friends have offered the past few days. The power of prayer is amazing. Even if you brought me before the throne only for the length of time it took you to type “praying” in a comment, you’ve been part of a group that has kept me in God’s mind and part of the reason I feel His peace.
Thank you!
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Linda W. Yezak 
Hey Lady,
You are fantastic! Believe it or not, I do those same things when I am preparing for something, and I have those bad veins that hide themselves when they hear the word, doctor or nurse. 🙂 It is really going to be okay. You are being carried right now in the arms of Jesus, and that is what matters. So stay psyched up and just let your words in your heart flow to your heavenly Father. Let God know you are scared and depending on his Word, like always. There is a passage in the New Testament in one of the Gospels that I love. The Pharasee is praying and using flowery words, sounding eloquent and there is this tax collector standing there with his head bowed down and praying God have mercy on me, a sinner. Jesus said this tax collector went home justified and I believe what Jesus said. So, just let your words flow to the Father that loves you with humility and rest in Him. It is going to be okay.
Love you Linda.
Ciao,
Patricia
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Me, too. (I love you, that is). It’s 6:58 right now. I’m dying for a cup of coffee. But I’m going to do without for a spell . . . to keep you company. You’ll be on the “top of my heart” until I hear from you again.
Lynne
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You’re in my thoughts and prayers.
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Praying for you, MSVFHRH!
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Praying, sweetie.
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Prayers surely work. It’s what got me through all my treatment–knowing there were so many praying for me. God’s gonna be right there with ya the whole way. You’ll feel Him through those jitters :).
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Already been praying for you this morning! Can’t wait to hear the surgery was a success!!! ((Hugs))
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Praying for you friend. Enjoy that cup of coffee when you wake up. 🙂
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I was praying for you at 2:30 this morning which is about 4:30 your time; still praying. God must have woken me up, knowing you were up, too. God is with you always.
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I thank God for you and your wonderful testimony. Thank You, Lord, that Linda knows You and loves You.
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Thinking and praying about you today! It’s all gonna turn out just fine – including the IV!
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