So things get bad enough last week that I awoke in the middle of night itching & frustrated and I asked God, what am I missing? What do I need to
do? A list popped clearly into my mind: Get your mammogram, Go to Dermatologist, Buy a new bathroom scale.
Got it. I hopped on it the next day, I couldn’t get anyone on a phone and all the scales seemed “wrong.” I committed to try again on Monday.
Monday – scale? Done. Then I booked my mammogram in 7 minutes, getting a spot on Wednesday (2 days out!). Since I had switched insurance to the kind where you need a referral to a specialist (dermatologist) I had to go see the Primary Physician to get one.
In less than an hour total, I picked a new one
(intuition led me to a great one), got them set up as primary with insurance AND got an appointment for next morning 9:15 am Tuesday.
I went – the atmosphere was awesome. EVERYONE was kind & I had the whole lobby laughing. Referral in hand, I call to get the long avoided dermatologist appointment.
I hope you have figured out by now that I didn’t
want to go back to one, even though I NEEDED to see one, because of the vitiligo diagnosis and my terrible treatment.
I got in….SAME DAY! 3 hours later to be exact, still Tuesday. Dr. E. was brilliant AND Kind. She told me what to do for my dry spots (that were already vanishing since the time I committed to go). Finally, just before she left, I quietly mentioned the
vitiligo and showed her some spots.
She looked at them and looked at me mystified and said… That’s not vitaligo.
And MY
WHOLE LIFE SHIFTED.
One of two things had happened – either I was misdiagnosed by the meanie OR I learned the lesson it brought and healed it – EITHER ONE IS A MIRACLE because I have carried this worry for 4 YEARS.
Do you see it? God had to get me to the dermatologist, and not just ANY derm, but THIS one, who could easily spot what it really was (Idiopathic Guttate Hypomelanosis - basically white freckles from sun).
God wanted me to have the RELIEF of this truth, so the 'gone for DECADES' eczema comes back and gets worse and worse and
worse until my resigned self finally agrees to go WHERE I NEEDED TO GO TO GET MY MIRACLE.
THAT is how much God loves you (and ME clearly).
I shared my personal story with you to show you that what LOOKS like a CURSE
can be the means of Delivering your BLESSING. God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.
Have a story like this? Tell me about it. I LOVE hearing how God shows up for you!