Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and position,
with thanksgiving, present your requests before God.
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.