Great Expectations

Six months ago I plead for an appointment
Three months ago I have my first appointment with Dr. T.
     Various tests commence 

Six days ago I have the follow-up consultation:

I wait nearly an hour for the fellow to confer with the doctor: they enter the room. I try not to, but I really think there might be confetti, a few sparklers and a Ta Da: “Miss Witzenburg, you have idiopathic somethingitis.” 

Reality is: “Well, you don’t have this or that or the other thing, and all of the tests, except stomach acid came back normal, but in light of your nauseousness during the gastric emptying study I’d like you to try two medications for the next two months.” I cry because to me two months seems like an eternity; Dr T. tells me it’s really not that long. He’s right, it is only .009% of the time I’ve been dealing with varying degrees of not feeling well. I also think I cry because:
  • not using Octreotide scares me–this medicine has allowed made me feel better than I have in decades
  • my hopes have been dashed again
  • I’ve waited six months for an answer
  • I expected more
My soul, wait only upon God and silently submit to Him; for my hope and expectation are from Him. (Psalm 62:5) Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen (Ephesians 3:20-21)

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