I'm going to be flat-out honest here. The #1-with-a-gold-star sin I struggle with from day to day is worry. I worry about everything. I worry about my son's developmental progress. I worry about the same thing for my nieces and nephew. I worry about my Children's Church kids and my friends' kids. I worry about my friends' pregnancies.
I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday I managed to diagnose myself with a (benign, at least) pituitary tumor, hypothyroidism, and ovarian cancer...all before lunch.
I avoid going to the doctor out of fear they'll decide I need yet another surgery or medication. And I would panic at the idea of another operation.
Not because surgery is dangerous and really, really hurts. Because I can't afford it.
And there's my biggest issue. All my smaller fears lead back to my one great worry...money.