It seems someway, somehow the wound is healing. I do not understand how or why, but God is good. I have given up on pursuing a nursing degree as I will never have the strength. Once I made this personal declaration, necrotic tissue became fresh and the wound began to decrease in size. I have often struggled with the decision between nursing and monasticism. Perhaps once I gave up on nursing, the other option became more revealed. I have learned to be more submissive to Him and to not be so upset when things don't go my way; to be open and flexible and not get my hopes up too easily. Plans are tentatively set for Greece as early as July; possibly later. Whatever God wills.