It’s tough when you’ve worked yourself up to something, only to be told “NO.”
I had accepted the fact that I need the gastric bypass surgery. I can’t do it on my own. So, we tried to navigate the mountain of requirements that the insurance company has for the surgery. We thought we had covered everything, that I certainly would be approved, and off we would go.
Apparently, there were some requirements that I didn’t meet. We thought that everything was covered, but (as insurance companies are wont to do) some of the i’s weren’t dotted, and some t’s weren’t crossed. So, they said no.
And that’s tough. Having gotten myself mentally ready for doing this, almost certain (as was our doctor and my counselor) that approval would come, and having started to get my head wrapped around what the future might look like, the path ended before it even got started.
So, now what? I don’t know. Thinking about Romans 8:28 is not a welcome thing right now. The last 1.5 years have beaten me down quite a bit, and this is just one more thing. So, as I’ve done so much lately, I wait. There’s nothing else I can do.