I have learned so many things from almost six years of IF.
One of which is how to wait.
I hate waiting.
I hate having to be patient.
All the time.
Setting up a surgery date with PPVI is proving to be yet another trial to my patience. The woman that does the bookings is only there Tuesdays mornings. Like most teachers, I am quite busy on Tuesday mornings. It's tough for me to find time to pee, let alone call Omaha during my morning! So I fired off an e-mail to the booking nurse explaining my case and why I needed a date in the near future.
Let's just hope she takes pity on me and gives me something!
I did have a moment of clarity last week: I know that I am meant to have my third (and hopefully final!) surgery in the US. I am not counting on my provincial health care footing the bill for my surgery and after the summer I will have most of the money to pay for surgery in Omaha, although I'm hoping that surgery in PA will be cheaper since we can actually drive there!
I should be thankful for the options that are open to us and I know that all of this was meant to happen -- yes, even the pesky pelvic abscess which was so much fun.
I just hope and pray that this part of my IF journey is just a little easier that the road that I have already traveled.
Thank you so much for all of your kind words and support. Aunt Fran's funeral was so beautiful. It is so unfortunate that we only seem to see our extended family at weddings and at funerals. The church basement was being painted and the Lion's Hall was being used so the reception after the funeral was at her house. She would've been so happy that everyone got to see her beautiful garden that she was working in when she had her heart attack. We've shed many tears, not all sad, but she was a reminder to live life to its fullest and to appreciate everything that God has given us.