When Things Unexpectedly Work Out

Boy, God sure works in mysterious ways. Or maybe I’m just really dense. Whatever the reason, I all too often fail to grasp just how blessed I am. Either I get way too hung up on whatever little problem crosses my path at a particular moment or, if things are going reasonably well, take life for granted. At which point the Almighty usually has to give me a swift kick in the butt to bring me back into focus. Take these magic pills I pop. They weaken the little monsters in my bone marrow just enough to hold them at bay without, you know, killing me. Kind of extreme, I agree, but as long as I pop them the potentially terminal disease I caught remains merely incurable. So, blessing, right? The magic pills have some drawbacks, however. First off, they don’t make you invisible, which would come in handy if I was ever called upon to sabotage Iran’s nuclear ambitions or steal jewels from a giant red dragon. Second, they have a few side effects, many of which, at least according to the warning label, end with the phrase “possibly ending in death.” Third, they’re really expensive. Like monthly payment on a Lamborghini expensive. For the past couple of years, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find the right combination of health insurance, pharmaceutical assistance programs and private grants to cover the cost. Read entire article here