Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and position,
with thanksgiving, present your requests before God.
(male and female urinary tract medical chart)
This is the chart that was staring at me today from the back of the door inside
the procedure room where I sat waiting.
I felt it was a waste of my time, not to mention money,
to be sitting and waiting on this final of three procedures.
The race down this particular rabbit hole was not, is not, a part of my current issues…
or so was my non-medical opinion.
Ever since July, I have been slowly riding a bit of a medical merry-go-round.
Bloodwork results resulted in more bloodwork.
More bloodwork results resulted in more specialized doctors.
Waiting on specialized results resulted in waiting to be seen by more specialists.
All kinds of specialists.
It seems this Sjögren’s business leads to soft tissue disease,
eye troubles, mouth troubles, kidney troubles, joint troubles,
even upping lymphoma possibilities.
Over the years, I’ve had the eyes, mouth and joint issues that I just thought
were odd individuals annoyances and not linked together.
Turns out they were linked.
Now throw in the soft tissue disease…gees.
The bloodwork results were all somewhat unsettling.
Elevated levels here, diminished levels there.
Ups and downs all over the place.
Add to that a suspected pancreatitis attack this past weekend…of which
could be gallbladder related…or not…
And thus the mystery deepens.
Now the doctors seem to keep multiplying and the merry-go-round keeps spinning.
Occult blood means that blood is detected via the labs and not seen by the naked eye.
It raises flags and eyebrows by the medical world.
It seems they found occult blood—hence my sitting and staring at a urinary tract chart.
Before her death three years ago, when my aunt was diagnosed with kidney cancer,
she had had no symptoms, no clues… but she did have occult blood.
I will admit, that despite my feelings that my third visit to this particular specialist’s
office was just a waste of time and money, a slight worry did gnaw at the back of my mind.
Thankfully, my non-medical expertise was correct…
All was indeed well…
all but a small kidney stone that has been in the same kidney in the same
spot for the past 4 years.
It is, however, the looming MRI in two weeks, the doctor’s appt on Thursday, what tests
will be added, and the other doctor appointments following the MRI—
all of which will hopefully be more telling.
Casting a bit of light into the darkness so to speak.
It’s not that I’m worried.
I just want to know, finally, what is what.
And then, how to go about dealing with the what.
That’s what doers like to do—they want to know what is what and then what to
do with that what.
However, I am a bit aggravated riding this merry-go-round of the medical world.
It is slow and it is time-consuming.
Yet I suppose many of us will all ride the merry-go-round at some point sooner or later
in our lives.
I couldn’t help but marvel in the day’s verse that came my way…
“Do not be anxious about anything…”
Those words echoed in my mind as I sat on that exam table.
Amen..be not anxious.
Prayer and thanksgiving…
Fast forward to the day’s end.
The day’s news is unfolding as I type, while missiles now fly across the skies in Iraq.
Breaking alerts keep interrupting the evening’s quiet…
My thoughts race back to that verse—
I took it as a fine-tuned spoken word for me today as I sat staring at that medical chart,
waiting for an unknown scope.
So now I cling to those same spoken words as this Nation sits wondering and waiting.
Do not be anxious—petition, pray and give thanks.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with
thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Praying my dear SC 🍪🐛
As I pray for you my friend 🐛🐛🐛🦋
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Praying, dear Julie! ❤
Thanks Lynn- I think it’s all good— just some hoop jumping 😎
You know my prayers are with you as you go through this ordeal. I was thinking of that verse as the news of the day unfolded. It sounds so easy, doesn’t it? Why is it so hard to submit to God’s will? I wish I knew ❤️️
I wish I knew because He makes it easy … yet…
You are in my prayers. Our bodies are beautifully and wonderfully made, but in a sin-polluted world much can go wrong. May your professionals find the answers, and may those answers be useful, helpful, affordable, and relatively painless. J.
That was going to be my original post— how I stared at that chart and was amazed by just one aspect of our body’s amazing functionality— how mysterious and yet wonderfully— amazingly made— but the not being anxious seemed a bit more timely given the days events that went far beyond my little world— thank you for your prayers!!!
Amen, Julie! That verse has got to be the hardest thing ever, especially in the face of a health crisis…. or a war. Sometimes it helps me to meditate on, “does worry add one day to our life?” Of course not, but we often think if we just worry a bit more, we can make it all better.
That’s a really tough mindset to defy in the modern world, too. We people seem to equate anxiety with morality. Reading my news feed the other day it was filled with admonishments, “get woke about racism, be outraged over the Australian fires, freak out about WW3.” Naturally these nuggets of anxiety were interspersed with ads for assorted health problems like, “find out if you’re at risk for the silent killer.” Now my complete lack of symptoms has become something I should probably worry about.
There’s an anacronym I really like when I’m waiting at the Dr’s or stressing out, “ACTS I” Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication, Intercession. Usually my brain forgets all my good advice in times of stress, but I can remember that formula.
Thanks IB—it’s like Kathy says—it sounds so easy…be not anxious…and yet it is one of the hardest things for us.
I’m not as worried about this medical merry-go-round as I am just frustrated.
I want to get on with things, figure it out, get a plan and go on.
And you’re right, we are living in a time of Henny Pennys—the sky is falling no matter which way you look at it—so much so that’s it has almost gotten humorous.
My godmother use to go by soemthing like IBIGRI—I blew it, God renew it!
I also keep that as almost my daily mantra 😉
And you are a formula thinker so that’s good—I need that mental image of His hand reaching out to mine—and of course I repeat the Jesus Prayer in those really stressful times—simple, direct and not me fumbling over what I need vs want 🙂
Thanks Don— just ready to know and get busy doing 😊
Julie, prayers for you! It is an anxious time for you and it is not easy not to be anxious. Hope the rest of the tests go smoothly. Blessings!
Thanks Lynda—I’m waiting on the MRI and the gastic swallowing test in two weeks to finally see if we have some sort of answers.
I think it’s more frustrating than anything esle.
I know and the doctors know something isn’t right, but what that is, is yet to be figured out…
Anxious? … MRI? … When I had an MRI, I discovered that I have claustrophobia. I had been caged in smaller cages, but that one scared me. I never hit the panic button, but I prayed. Did you know that you can get so scared that you can’t remember the words to the Lord’s Prayer, which makes you even more scared? Don’t mean to scare you, but they can provide valium so that you don’t really care what happens next. My wife did that for her last MRI. Emphasis on last MRI, after her open heart, she can never have one again. Too much metal in her chest (previous stent, ring holding the aortic valve in place and steel zip ties holding her rib cage together.).
Thanks Mark— I’m not anxious about the MRI— I’ve been through enough Cat scans and MRIs during my life that could work the machines— just anxious to know what’s what
With a successful heart cath last month, it has led to NOT knowing. They are guessing my marginal borderline BP is the culprit. So now it’s one medicine after another. I understand the anxiety over not knowing and imagining what it could be.
It’s like pulling freaking straws 😑
Remember, doctors don’t do medicine, they practice. Heaven help us if they figure it out!!
I know and at least my GP doc is a committed Christian
That helps a lot.
Praying for you Julie
Thank you Jim— just got in from seeing the movie— 1917– you’d like it