Frustration, stress, anger with physicians. What to do about all that I could not handle any more — this blog, my writing blog, my memoir-in-progress, a class I had started and could not finish.
Tears were no help. Prayers helped from time to time, but focusing on anything was difficult because of the pain.
Seven weeks of being misdiagnosed. Undergoing treatment for all the wrong things. Knowing my problem was less than those faced by others. But this was my problem.
Forced to push medical professionals to take notice of my need and take care of me, I railed at my doctor. I showed my frustration and anger in words and emotions. Only to have the doctor ask me, “What do you want to do?” I told her I thought that was her job.
To move my story along I finally have a diagnosis, the one I expected all along. Surgery is scheduled on November 21st. And my answers came because God directed my research into my symptoms, and He made it clear I had to advocate for myself. He has directed me to slow down and let Him take care of my life.
This post will be my last on this blog. I don’t know what it’s future may be; that is for God to decide. I intend to see that my faith shines through in my writing blog as faith is a central component to my memoir-in-progress.
I have enjoyed being a part of this online faith community of bloggers. I have learned much from many of you. I hope my faith has always shone through.
Blessings to all,