A Bit of a Setback

We went to the meeting that I thought would be decisive on our Workers Compensation situation. It was not. We had not even sat down with everyone, when the insurance company representative said that his company wanted to go to a contested benefit hearing. This is where you go before a judge and each side presents their case. This has been ongoing for over a year, and we are not giving up, as we are only asking for what is rightfully ours: compensation for an on the job illness. So far, Heavenly Father has helped us, and will continue to do so. Today, when I realized that we would have still a further wait for the help we need, I felt a tremendous sense of dispair and desolation wash up in me. But, I remembered that I would not let Gloomy Gussy return, and I made a conscience effort to banish those feelings. Then, in my mind, I could actually see the difference it would make if I were smiling and upbeat in front of Martin, instead of tearful and anxious. I resolved right then, to dig deep and find my strength, and as we left the meeting, I took his hand and smiled at him. He smiled back, and told me that nothing ever comes easy to us, never has. He grinned really big, and said, "why should this be any different?" Then, in the parking lot, in front of the insurance rep, the workers comp rep from the college and everyone else, he put his arms around me and gave me a smacking big, passionate kiss. That was his way of telling me that we were going to make it, and he was proud of me for being so positive. Now we have to wait until March 9th to go to the hearing. That's okay, we will wait! The college reps seemed surprised that we had hired a lawyer. So what. I used to think that you could trust someone when they told you something, but that is not always true. My eyes have been opened. All you can do for yourself, is to be honest, follow the commandments, and rely on the spirit to guide you through difficult situations. What a shame that you have to be so careful.

When I got home, Little Joe had just woken from a nap. He just beamed when he saw me, and what a wonderful homecoming that was. He came along in our lives at just the right time. Seeing his big smile, makes me grateful for all the blessings I have, and helps me forget the difficulties.

Only 2 more days till Martin's proceedure. It is funny that I am not as afraid as I was when this first started. Maybe I am too cocky, but I guess since we made it this far, we can go all the way. What they will do is insert a catheter, with a special end that will act like a drill, into his femoral artery, thread it to his heart, and to the blockage. Then, they will drill out the calcium, and after that, he should be okay. There is another blockage that cannot be opened, but it is okay according to the doctor, since they will be opening the main artery. All of this is kind of scary to contemplate, but I know that Heavenly Father will guide the hands of the doctors, and whatever the outcome, will be the right one. I am so grateful for all the prayers on our behalf. I feel the power of your love and concern, and I know that I do not now, nor ever will be alone. It is amazing how expressing feelings through words is so helpful. Yes, we have had a bit of a setback, but it is only a set back, and as my precious daughter-in-law once wisely told me: the scriptures say that this too will pass- not hang around, and pass is the operative word here. Trials will pass, but the experience will give me faith, and faith will give me hope. Nothing is experienced in vain.
That sure gives me hope!