I had a medical procedure done this morning, one that left me in bit of an anesthesia hangover for the better part of the day. Routine and painless, it was over in 15 minutes. The worst part, however, was the anxiety leading up to today.
I will say everything came back negative, meaning we were able to rule out the ‘something else’ concern that prompted me to go see the doctor in the first place, so yay God for that. And yay God for the opportunity to have the procedure done at a facility close to home, with really friendly staff. And yay God for my medical insurance and my flexible spending account. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult life is for those who are sick and lacking the means for treatment.
Which gets me to the point of my blog. As I was going through the check-in process, a nurse asked me a series of questions from a checklist. Asthma, high blood pressure, diabetes? No, no, no. Heart condition, shortness of breath, history of cancer? No, no, nope. This went on across two pages. The only interesting fact I provided was a case of MRSA back in 2002.
In looking at the check-in forms, there was nothing but a series of check boxes all marked in the negative. No, zero, zilch.
How boring, I thought. How wonderful, I quickly realized.
In addition to the blessing of resources God has provided to allow me to ensure my health, He’s also given me the amazing gift of having lived a relatively healthy life. Sure, I’ve had issues on and off with my stomach, had a nerve problem in my shoulder last summer, a migraine here and there; but for the most part, my life has been A-OK.
By comparison, my friend Courtney wrote an amazing piece for Huff Post about a young woman’s struggle with mast cell disease. The subject of the article, Brynn Duncan, lives a life in and out of hospitals. She’s constantly at a doctor’s office. A day of pleasure and comfort is the exception to rules of her life. Brynn’s medical records must read like an encyclopedia. Volume and volume of hospital admissions, tests, screenings, etc. Her every day can be a struggle, and my heart breaks for her and others like her who are battling and surviving with all that they do.
I think about my nearly-blank admission check-list and thank God there’s nothing interesting to find on it. I thank God for the blessing that is a boring medical history. May it stay boring for many years to come.
“Lord, your discipline is good, for it leads to life and health.
You restore my health and allow me to live!” -Isaish 38:16 (NLT)