Thank you friends for your prayers and sweet words. Each one of them meant something special and worked to point me to Him. For that I am eternally grateful. I am thankful that the prep for the procedure was not as difficult as I thought it would be. For what ever reason the prep did cause the pain under my rib to worsen and even spread around to my side. Although I didn't sleep very well Wednesday night I woke up Thursday morning with just a small amount of anxiety. My husband had to take off work so he was home to offer his loving counsel through a few tears I shed as we prepared to leave for the procedure. He told me about a sermon he had listen to recently by John MacArthur from Matt. 5 on the Beatitudes. He reminded me that I can't do this in my own strength and that I am to have the attitude of being poor in spirit. So that's how I spent the next few hours I had before the procedure, begging God to give me what I need to handle this all the way through to the finish. Once we were at the office I thought I would be a bundle of nerves but I wasn't. I could really sense the prayers of the saint working on my behalf. PRAISE GOD! Once in the back of the office it was all business and again I could see God working in the smallest of details. They wheeled me into the room finished hooking me up and that's the last thing I remember. I slept through the whole thing. PRAISE GOD! The doctor said she didn't find anything that looked like cancer but did take several biopsy's of the area. She told my husband that when ever she had the scope on the right side of my body I would stop snoring (blush, snort) and show sighs that I was in discomfort. They apparently had to increase the sedation at one point bc I was becoming so uncomfortable. She said the area was very tender and wants me to have a CT scan of the abdomen and pelvic area, although I had one a year ago. Today I still feel a bit groggy from the sedation and my husband asked me not to run but take it easy. My husband and children apparently had a lot of fun with me yesterday after the procedure while I was still foggy from the sedation. My husband kept saying, "I feel like I'm in an episode of Ground Hog Day" I didn't understand what he meant but apparently in between the naps I took yesterday I would wake up and ask him the same questions over and over =) I don't remember anything after the procedure, yet I was awake. I don't know how I got dressed, or being wheeled out to the car in a wheel chair, or stopping by Sonic for something to eat...I told my husband I apparently wasn't in my right mind or else I would've ordered myself a Butterfinger Blast ;) even the kids got in on the fun of my temporary amnesia. Thankfully this wore off after a few hours. But in all seriousness I do praise God for your prayers, for His grace and for the normal results of this test. I can't find the words to express enough how your prayers and thoughts touched me deeply and in some wonderful way brought glory to Him. You have shown His love to me a stranger and I am deeply moved. Thank you. At this point I have another chest x-ray scheduled for the 22nd and I am hoping that this will come back normal. And if it doesn't then I know God will give me the grace to handle the next step of this race. I am praying for wisdom to know how far to take this and how many repeat procedures to do. I can't wait to get out for a run this weekend and sweat out some of the drugs that I can still feel in my system. Thank you all again for your thoughts and prayers.
Have a great weekend of running!