On Monday, I decided (randomly) to call my doctor (Dr. H, let's call him) and see why he hadn't gotten back with me. It turns out that he had surgery and had been out for a few weeks, and Monday was his first day back. Ironically. (He hadn't forgotten about me, yay!)
Dr. H referred me to a hematologist - well, technically she's an oncologist, but apparently the two go hand in hand. I've spent all week trying to get a dang appointment scheduled with this doctor, and it's taking an act of congress. I would love to explain but I feel my blood pressure rising just thinking about it. Let's just say that I'm hoping by Christmas it'll happen. Ha. I guess it's a good thing I decided not to wait on this whole thing.
"If we are to trust God, we must learn to see that He is continuously at work in every aspect and every moment of our lives." -Jerry Bridges