On Monday of this week I went to another surgeon regarding my collar bone. I had broken my right collar bone in the summer of 2013. I had a successful surgery and it was painless for four years. This last year it started hurting so I thought it may be time to take the metal and screws out.

I did that on December 20th of this year and it has been one problem after another since that surgery. Somehow I sustained another fracture and a possible infection.

My original surgeon dismissed my claims of having an infection and it took him close to a month to discover that I had a significant fracture again, in the right collar bone.

On Monday I went to another surgeon for a second opinion. He said that I probably had infection and that is why the bone was not healing. He suggested I have a bone scan. Then there may be another surgery in the future for me. I left his office in tears.

I do not have disability insurance and I do not have a savings account. I have had to stop working for the past month due to this injury. I am concerned about how my finances are going to fare throughout this challenge.

I look at my beautiful left collar bone and then see the clumpy mess that my initial surgeon has made out of my right collar bone and the tendency is to become depressed.

Yet, I would have never started this blog without the initial fracture. I was intending to return to nursing when that happened and my doctor said,”the only thing you can do is type with your right arm, nothing else.” So I began this blog.

Just a couple of days ago, after the second injury to this fragile bone, I finished my novel. I am working on formatting now and should have it released within the year. If this second mess hadn’t happened I would not be that far along. It took me eight years to write the first 430 pages of the book and I wrote close to 100 pages in one month to finish it. The funny thing about that is during this past month I was ordered to be on work “release.” Yet I accomplished more for God in one month on work release than I had the eight years prior.

When I feel the clumpy mess that my right collar bone is, I think of how messed up sin has made my life. Then I look at my beautiful left collar bone and I realize that God sees me like that collar bone. Perfect, with the blood of His Son covering my sins…