Just days ago I took a picture of my neat color-coded organized medical files…I smiled knowing that it was time to put them in the filing cabinet. I’d slugged these records around a tri-state area, but now it was time to let them retire (actually my sherpa* did a lot of the lugging). For the past few months I’d only taken my purse and a small notebook to doctor appointments.
Quite unexpectedly, over the weekend I was blasted with an onslaught of symptoms that I hadn’t incurred for a very long time. They were so numerous and layered over one another to the point that I couldn’t keep up with a symptom diary. On Monday I e-mailed my local doctor–three hours later I learned I had an appointment at Mayo on Thursday morning. I was grateful, relieved, and cried at the expediency. Then I realized I hadn’t update my neat, color-coded medical files in nearly two years–just shoved clinic notes and results on top of the pile. I went to bed knowing God would get me through (organizing, packing, etc.). The next morning I awakened to learn school had been cancelled due to ice. It took a few hours, but piles of files are ready to go.
*I am grateful for the innumerable Sherpas who have been self-sacrificing, tenacious friends of this foreigner on her journey. Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 My sherpa on this trip is my sister-in-law. An hour after she learned of my appointment, she got a call from her boss that there wasn’t any work for the week–how’s that for God’s provision?