When Your Doctor Says, “Oh, That Doesn’t Look Good”
It was one of those days. My oldest woke up with two red puffy eyes that needed the doctor’s attention, my youngest needed to get to school, my husband had a lot that needed to get done at work and I had a doctor’s appointment that I had to get to. Looking back at everything it probably would have been best if we all just stayed in bed! You’ve had one of those days haven’t you?
My husband and I were able to get everyone to where they needed to be, pick up the necessary medicines and accomplish a few things before my appointment, which was thankfully one of the last things that I needed to get done. I noticed some red spots on my skin that I thought I should get looked at by my dermatologist My friend said they were just old lady spots but I figured I would get them checked out anyway. The dermatologist confirmed my friends diagnoses. She didn’t call them old lady spots, she gave me the medical name for them, but she said they were hereditary and nothing to be concerned about. Then she started looking at my freckles, stopped and said, “Oh, that does not look good. We need to biopsy that.”
Apparently, a freckle with a shadow beneath it indicates a possible growth under your skin. So, she cut a small chunk out of my arm and sent it off for testing. I don’t expect it to be cancer but when my mother’s doctor found a suspicious lump I didn’t expect her to have breast cancer but she did. She is “all clear” now but when my doctor says, “Oh, that does not look good” those words carry a little more weight now than when they were said before.
So, I go on with my day. Even though I really don’t think the test will be positive for a malignant growth I’m a bit more tense. Things agitate me a little more than normal. When my son isn’t paying attention during our homeschool lessons the way I think he should it is harder for me to ignore, but I try.
It will take the doctor about 10 to 14 days to get back to me with the results so for now I try to ignore the slight stinging in my arm caused from the biopsy. I trust that whatever happens the Lord is in control and when some random guy in the mall asks me if I am trying to quit smoking because he thinks I have a nicorrette patch on my arm I laugh. After all, laughter is the best medicine, right?
How do you cope with the unexpected inconveniences that pop up in your life?