Imagine Your Fiance Breaking Both His Legs Before your Honeymoon

It's the soul-squeezing feeling of having the greatest adventure of your life put on hold indefinitely. Here follow two major and one relatively minor hang-up on the road to Euskal Herria.
The $$ hang-up
Suddenly, three days before my scheduled departure date, the financial aid office informed me I would have to find $3200 to pay for my own housing in Spain, instead of the stipend they assured me would transfer from my LMU scholarship money. Luckily, with help from Julie in the study abroad office (word to the wise; keep her on your side) and a couple financial aid counselors, they've made an exception for me and have wired me the money that I thought was guaranteed from the beginning. I won't be penniless in Pais Vasco!
The broken back
At a final pre-departure doctor visit two days before my initial departure date, my family physician sat me down on a grey stool and told me I had eight compression fractures in my thoracic spine vertebrae. I felt like someone had turned a hair dryer on extra-high/hot in my face. "The possibilities," he smiled to me, "are that nothing is wrong, that you will need to wear a brace, or that you need an injection of concrete into the bones of your spine." I told him I was scheduled to leave for Spain that Sunday. "You will have to put it on hold for now." In a daze, I called my parents, who rushed to the office to start calling surgeons, hospitals, and family members. I lived in limbo for five days as everyone tried to figure out how this extreme fracture had happened and what it meant for my trip and future. Turns out, they aren't broken. Of course not. A doctor in radiology "over-read" the initial x-ray. I have a very minor case of a disease called Scheuermann's Kyphosis, where my thoracic (mid) spine vertebrae are shaped like wedges instead of boxes. It has no bearing whatsoever on my current health or study abroad plans. The spine specialist apologized repeatedly and shook his head. "You have nothing to worry about. Go be a kid." You got it!
The fever
On top of all of this, my parents have been as sick as they've ever been. We nearly hospitalized my poor dad due to severe coughing, and my mother, the sole bacon-bringer of our family, has missed a week of work. Well, during the broken back scare, I got what they got. Last night (Inauguration night, the 20th of January) I had a 102 degree fever! Someone had stuck a hose spouting boiling water into my neck and it was slowly filling my pounding head. BASTA! This morning I was miraculously better, and am hoping to stay this way.

I have taken the above occurrences in stride. I would not appreciate this trip as much if it had been easy to go on :). I know there will be more hang-ups to come; I'd like to learn to roll with the punches more. If you don't, you begin to feel like a bride screaming at God for ruining her honeymoon.