“People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are.
I don’t believe in circumstances.
The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look
for the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.”
George Bernard Shaw
(ok, this is a speed hump, but you get the idea)
In a galaxy lifetime long ago and far away,
I was once a prolific writter.
Imagine that.
I use to actually write…
Not like I do here pecking away in blogville, but I actually used a pen and paper
and I wrote letters, cards, notes, journals…
A good many of those cards and letters were addressed to my godfather–
who in turn, wrote and sent letters and cards right back.
Over the years I saved every one of those pieces of correspondence.
They were the tangibles to our relationship.
I think we were each a tad freer when writing as expression and thoughts
flowed freely.
Those saved letters, notes and cards may be found in overstuffed bibles,
books, drawers, and any number of boxes from that past life of mine…
I recently found one of those letters.
At the time it was written, my godfather was probably just a little older than I am now.
In the letter, he made mention of some health issues he’d been dealing with-
adding that such was an ode to the aged.
Well, I kind of get that now.
I am now keenly aware of the obstacles, speed bumps, and potholes…
all of which are part of the distracting messes that get in our way,
while we attempt to move forward on that proverbial road of life.
As we age, the space between those bumps, potholes, and obstacles feels as if
it grows ever closer, more precarious and much more difficult to avoid let alone maneuver past.
There seems to be less road but only more things that force us to detour from our straight pathway.
I feel as if I’ve been riding those speed bumps, as of late, much like some sort of
downhill freestyle mogul skier.
There’s been a rising crescendo of health mysteries colliding into one another like
rouge asteroids out in space…bouncing me around violently like a ball in a pinball machine.
So last week, in between my running from test and test, doctor and doctor, I
actually had a long-standing scheduled routine mammogram.
No big deal right?
Well, right, it shouldn’t be ..but surprisingly it was .
The problem was, it became a big deal fast.
I went Wednesday morning for my scheduled appointment and by Thursday evening I received an email
that there was an ‘abnormality’—an abnormality that required a lengthy revisit with
some more intense testing.
Abnormality is never a good word.
Normally, alarm bells would be sounding.
The C-word would be swirling in a mind now on overload.
Imagined scenarios would be playing out in a now panicked mind like a
melodramatic soap-opera.
I read the note to my husband who suddenly looked stricken.
My response was atypical.
I laughed.
I laughed because it was an ‘are you freaking kidding me?!’ moment.
I suppose I could cry over the one more erratic pin suddenly being jabbed into the voodoo
doll with my name on it…or…I could laugh.
And so yes I opted to laugh.
It was about 18 years ago that I had had a scare following a routine mammogram.
Back then, the questioned concern was found within my left side.
I was told I would need to have lumpectomy…
And blessedly, pathology proved the scare to be benign.
All these years later, it was the same side…again.
And so I went today for my marathon re-do.
Plan on 2.5 hours they told me.
But they assured me that I would have all the results before leaving.
Was I nervous?
Somewhat because the unknown can always be scary.
I told my husband I wanted to go to the appointment by myself…
to be lost in my thoughts I suppose.
Our new fancy-schmancy medical complex is a sleek modern sterile facility.
Gone is the once warm and fuzzy homey feel to the Women’s Center…
Today’s further testing seemed rather void and cold leaving me feeling
detached…of which might have been a good thing.
I had two intense procedures in the course of my time today at the center.
And the final word was there were only cysts showing within the normal range.
Whew!
Speed bump cleared.
So now it’s time to gear up for the next obstacle…stutter-stepping in order
to clear the next hurdle life throws up my way.
And how do we gear up for such you ask???
We take the hand of the One who has long asked to travel this journey with us.
He even offers to carry us when we really grow weary…
So I think I’ll take Him up on His offer…
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33
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