Fly When You Think You Can't Walk

(Or: On the Night Before the Doctors)

Well. Here we are, again. Instead of usually going into the doctor like a stubborn bull, demanding head CTs, MRIs, and experimental surgery, I'm going in with a flimsy map of lab results, and the inability to walk or stand without pain. It sucks. 
The tests say it could be a bunch of things. I'm thinking it's probably lupus, that's what matched up with both the patterns. I have no idea, it's amateur doctor night at the Q house. Mom says she'll call Uncle Paul, an actual doctor. 

I'm worried that the new dx, if/when it comes, will totally rock my world. I mean, we can go down the list:
Hydrocephalus with slit ventricles 
Chiari Malformation
Anxiety/Depression/Anorexia
Possible Glaucoma

I think I'm missing  something? Oh well. 
I know I'll adjust in time, but like, it's still kinda scary. I hate the unknown, you know that. But since doin this whole Jesus thing, you've pointed out to me that God's got my back. Which is awesome, that I don't have to face this alone, y'kno? 
Anyway, on the Frey Life they mentioned Isaiah 40:31. 

"But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint"

So I have to trust that when things get hard and I'm 100% done and at a loss, God's got my back. When I feel like crap and have to hang out by the wall to get my strength up and convince myself I can make it to the elevator, He's got me. 
Fly when you think you can't walk. Do what you think you can't do. I have no idea what's to come of this appointment tomorrow, and it's scary as all get out. But I'm not alone.