(more of the story…)
I thought I had covered all my bases. I seemed to be the one making all the phone calls, confirming I had all the right information So, as I walked into the hospital for my pre-op requirements, I was confident I was in the correct location. The receptionist, however, was beginning to slightly panic. She kept repeating to me, "But you don't have a purple folder. We need a purple folder. All of our patients have a purple folder. You should have a purple folder."
On the inside I was screaming back to her, "Please don't say the phrase PURPLE FOLDER one more time!"
We all took a minute to regroup and without much difficulty figured out where I needed to go. As I began this second leg of my pre-op journey, the tears were fighting to be released. I was wishing I had brought a friend with me, someone to help shoulder the emotional weight of it all.
There were 3 different tests to complete for my pre-op. With two down and one to go, I was headed for the dreaded blood test. I don't do well with blood draws at all. It is pretty much guaranteed it will take four attempts and a spinning room to get through it. I rounded the corner, looked up and saw a wonderful friend of mine. This friend is someone who I don't necessarily speak to every week, but just seems to be there at all the right times in life. I would say she is a "life-encourager" to me.
In the next few minutes I was able to bring her up-to-date on all that I was facing. She expressed how much she cared and that she would be praying. It's those quick moments of encouragement that can make all the difference – the "I've got your back" (in prayer) kind of moments.
God has this way of showing up, many times in the form of His church body- just to let us know He's watching, He's there and not a detail is escaping His notice.
And, as far as the blood work went, one try- no pain- and no spinning room. Now in my book… that's a miracle!!