Hours of waiting in fear, wondering what will the doctor do or say to you, were over. Now I felt like I was wasting my time, knowing the result already and still having to go through the protocol, so that the doctor has a documentation of my case.
As I continued the waiting game and feeling empty and still shocked, something tells me that I should turn the situation around.
Instead of asking "why did it happen to me?", I should be saying "Thank you, God. You've planned everything so nicely for me, and you always have better plans for me for whatever that you've taken from me."
I should be grateful for whatever results God has given. It is the best that suits me, and it already encompasses whatever I need.