I don’t think it’s contagious.
But I don’t think my doctor knows how to cure it.
I don’t think it’s terminal - unless it is consistently ignored over a long period of time.
It doesn’t cause pain.
But it is pain.
It can be said to be a medical condition.
But I think a pastor, priest, counselor or therapist is better equipped to help get rid of it than a doctor.
This week Friday, my wife and I will be driving to Ann Arbor to the University of Michigan hospital. When we get there, my doctor will be “doing” throat surgery to begin the process of getting rid of the worst throat infection he’s ever seen.
Yeah, that’s right. Oh, and he is “the specialist” at an institution that is ranked in the top 10 in the United States for dealing with throat/voice issues. He had to consult with his infectious disease docs to figure out what to do about it. Yeah, I’m that special. Yippee! (NOT)
Why have I had to deal with this thing for 41 years now?
Why have I been unable to work since January of last year - and no sign of that changing soon.
Yeah, I’ve got a case of the “why me’s?” this week. And the closer we get to Friday, the more it seems to bubble to the top.
But I also think I’ve got two different variations of “the why me” affliction. There’s the “it’s not fair, this sucks, I really don’t want to be the one who has to deal with all of this stuff.” I’ve definitely been battling that one for a while. And I haven’t beaten it, but it hasn’t beaten me either.
There’s another “why me” strain that I’m starting to recognize more clearly. “Why me?” There are so many people in the world and this is all so rare, why am I the one who got this? What’s the reason? What doors does this open for me to make a difference that wouldn’t have otherwise?
Why me? I dare say all of us who hang out on here don’t all come from the same viewpoint in terms of religion, but I’m just going to say it, “I’m a Christian and I believe that God uses tough things to open doors and to create opportunities for people to make a difference in the world.”
So, why me? Why do I have to go to Ann Arbor to get a whole bunch of, well let’s just say throat surgery this Friday?
But also, why me? Why am I where I am and how can I make lemonade out of the lemons that I’ve been given?
If you’re of the praying sort, your prayers would be appreciated on Friday. The last surgery (January of 2018) had a lot of unexpected outcomes, so the apprehension levels are higher than normal this time.
Thanks for listening,