I had it all planned out! I would be a dance major, camp
counselor, serve a mission, study abroad, etc. Sometimes I think God looks down on me and says laughingly
“That’s so cute you think you have it all planned out, but I have something
better in store for you.” I have
learned recently that God has a plan and a purpose for each of us. We may not understand His plan at first, but His plan is more rewarding than anything we could plan for ourselves.
I wasn’t feeling my best for a while and I knew something
was up! So at Thanksgiving when I flew
home from college, I went to the doctor.
They discovered that I had hyperthyroidism which resulted in me having
anxiety, loosing a lot of my hair, weight gain, being exhausted during dance
class, etc. Because it wasn’t very
serious they put me on medication that would take care of the symptoms and I flew back to college after the break.
I went to get my physical so I could turn in my mission
papers. My blood work came back
and I was neutropenic, meaning I had the white blood cell count of a cancer
patient (caused by my hyperthyroidism). This meant things were a little more serious. So I was put on some thyroid medication
and was scheduled to see a specialist.
I just want to state that I did NOT
have a positive attitude throughout this whole experience; I have had some low
points even though I've learned some things. It was annoying just
waiting and wondering, frustrating when things didn’t work. It was hard watching a lot of my
friends get mission calls. I was
happy for them, but it also reminded me of what I wanted to do so badly but
couldn’t yet.
After leaving the endocrinologist,
I was trying to soak in the new information. As I walked in the snow, I processed that I had Graves’
disease and Graves’ ophthalmology.
Graves’ disease is an autoimmune disease that attacks the thyroid. Graves’ caused my thyroid to be
overactive. Graves’ ophthalmology
caused the tissue behind my eyes to be swollen so I had a staring gaze. They could do iodine radiation
treatment on my thyroid but that could make my eyes worse. So I would need
surgery within the next month.
It’s hard
to be alone and away from home when you get this kind of news so I had tears in my eyes. Somehow I had gotten lost (I seem to
get lost a lot!) and was about 30 minutes away from our apartment, walking
distance. Then I slipped and slid
down a snowy hill. When I got to
the bottom of the hill I wanted to just sit there and cry…until I realized my
phone was missing. So I was
digging through the snow and finally found my phone (which sounds funny in
hindsight).
I started walking again and thought
“Is going on a mission really going to be worth all this? Am I even supposed to go on a mission? Why
is this happening? What am I
supposed to learn? First, my
audition for the dance major didn’t go well, and now I need to drop out of my classes,
pack, and fly home for surgery… I officially have no idea what I am supposed to
do with my life right now…”
Later,
I still didn’t have the answers to these questions but I did know that I have a
deeper appreciation for Jesus Christ.
I know that He suffered and died on the cross not only for my sins, but
for every pain, sorrow, heartache I’ve ever felt. I can never say “I feel so alone. No one understands how I feel.” Because I am not alone. Christ knows exactly how I feel and I
can turn to him for comfort.