I cried in the Apple Store today. (Just eyes welling up, not the ugly cry or anything.) The Genius evaluated my computer-won’t-charge-very-well situation, and suggested two-hundred dollars for a new charger and a new battery for my five-years-old MacBook. So I cried because the “Genius” solution to my problem was expensive, and I wasn’t expecting it to be expensive. Investing that much money in an “old” computer doesn’t seem wise, so I will just continue to wiggle the cord and pray when I use it. Surely God can heal cancer and keep my computer functional at the same time, right? Mostly, it was cancer stress that got emoted in the direction of the Genius at the Apple Store. Whoops, sorry dude.
Here’s what I found ironic about today:
Before I went to the Apple Store, I went to the hospital to have a meeting with my mom, my dad, and a genetics counselor from the cancer center. The goal is to find out whether my cancer and my mom’s cancer has a genetic cause. We sat down and we gave a comprehensive family history of all known cancer in our family tree. We went back four generations on some limbs of the tree. Counselor wrote it all down and listened, and asked questions. She decided that I am “patient zero” in our family. I’m the most interesting one. I’m the one who developed pre-menopausal breast cancer (very, very, premenopausal, I should add). Pre-menopausal breast cancer is generally a major indicator that there is a genetic link or a hereditary component to the cancer. Therefore, I’ll be the one tested first, and we’ll take it from there. She recommended some “in depth” genetic testing that is newly recommended for special people like me. Special, in depth, genetic tests are things that insurance doesn’t always pay for, and it’s a seven-hundred dollar test. I had no problem with this. If she had asked, I would have put it on my credit card on the spot and figured out how to pay for it later. (And, FYI, that is so not how I normally roll: I follow a tight budget.) This test and seven-hundred dollars seems cheap for the knowledge it provides: information for my sisters and my daughters about their breast cancer risk. Priceless, people. Priceless.
I find it ironic that I was very happy to pay seven-hundred dollars for one thing. For my sisters and my daughters: I know my parents and I would come up with whatever we needed. But an unexpected two-hundred dollars two hours later was something that got the better of me.
Are you ready for the BOOM?
I felt like God took care of my issues today, in a BOOM kinda way.
If my insurance doesn’t pay for my genetic testing, there is grant money available at the cancer center. Counselor told me that if I get a bill, I should call her and she’ll take care of it. Isn’t that awesome? The special, in depth, genetic testing is free.
Genius at the Apple Store waved his magic wand and gave me a new charger today. (For free.) I’m kind of afraid to post that because I’m pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to do that. But he did it anyway. AND Baby Sister told me that she left an extra charger in one of the drawers in our guest room. So now, I still have no battery, but I do have two working chargers. And, my computer works.
Love knowing that God has the big picture and the little details too. Love it. Boom on, people. Boom on.