Three days ago, I had an outpatient procedure done at Research Medical Center. My mom and I traveled up to Kansas City the night before so that I would be able to make it to the hospital by 6am the next morning. The procedure I had done was called an ablation. It's a procedure done on people who have SVT (look it up), a heart condition that causes rapid heart beat. I had been anticipating this procedure for a month. I knew it would make me feel better, since my heart wouldn't beat too fast anymore. But I was scared. Though I didn't have time to focus on the procedure in previous weeks due to finals and such, the night before I was a wreck. I barely slept. It's kind of funny how your mind can really freak you out, cause mine did. I had tons of people praying for me. I knew God would take care of me and that it would be okay. But somehow, I was still nervous.
Long story short, the procedure was a success. At least, for now. I'll know over the next few months whether it holds or not (there's a 90-95% chance it will), and I believe that it will. I already feel better though, which gives me great hope. I even cried after the procedure because I was so happy (or so doped up on drugs, haha). It's like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. God is good!
Now, onto the next big thing: Spain. Whoa. I can't believe it's finally here. I've been waiting for this for a long time. From the time I knew I was coming to Jewell I've been waiting. I didn't think it'd ever come, of course. But it's here. I'm slowly getting things lined up. Buying shoes, clothes, gadgets, and a super safe purse my mom insisted on. But I'm not ready yet. Not emotionally, mentally, or physically. Good thing I still have three weeks. I know it's going to be an amazing experience, but right now, it's just scary.
I got word today that I'm going to be able to see some of my closest friends soon in KC. I can't stinkin wait! I miss them already. Molly thinks it's pathetic, I think it's only natural. I mean come on, we're going to be away for at least 4 months, if not more. I'm already having withdrawls. But for now, I can be excited for the time I can spend with them, take silly pictures, and laugh 'till I cry. How fabulous!
It's times like these that I have to remember to stop and smell the roses. So that's what I'm going to do: cherish the time I have, and look forward with faith and trust in God in what is to come. That's the only way I know how to do it.