The story continues. . . (click here to read part one)
My emotions were still reeling from my diagnoses, but I was pretty proud of myself for going in a forward direction. My emotions wanted me to stay in bed with the covers pulled over my head, but my head said “forge ahead”. So onward I went. I made an appointment with a nephrologist and called for a follow-up appointment with my primary care doctor.
I guess I should explain a bit of history with my primary care physician. You see, I had been going to this particular family practice for 28 years. Our whole family had been under the care of the same doctor for 28 years. Two months prior to my diagnosis, I had been informed that “our” doctor had retired and we could see his replacement or make an appointment with a different doctor in the group. I picked the new replacement and crossed my fingers.
I liked her, I really did. She gave me the most thorough physical I had ever had. She read my blood results and found several conditions that had apparently been overlooked for at least two years by my previous doctor. She looked at me and asked “How do you get out of bed in the morning?. I responded that I was, indeed, tired quite a bit but that I had been told it was my age. “No, my dear. You are anemic, have a underactive thyroid, and most certainly have something wrong with your kidneys”. “Have you been taking your medication?” “What medication?”, I asked. “You’ve had these conditions for a least two years, according to your blood work. You weren’t prescribed any supplements or medications?” “No”, I responded.
She turned red. Very red. She left the room. Five minutes later she came back and reassured me that she was going to get me some help. She prescribed a thyroid supplement, some iron supplements, and a blood pressure medication to protect my blood vessels. She asked me to return a month later to have more blood work done to check my levels and adjust the medications.
Three weeks later I called for my follow-up appointment (this is where the follow-up appointment previously mentioned comes in). That’s when I got the news. “Dr. J is no longer with our practice”, I was told. “What does that mean?!”, I asked. “You can see one of the other physicians in the practice”, they told me. “But I want Dr. J”, I demanded. And, like a broken record I heard, “She is no longer with our practice”. First one doctor and now another in just a few months.
I fretted and worried. I was on the phone with my mother-in-law, sharing what was going on, and she reminded me that God had not been caught off guard by all of this like I had. She also suggested that maybe God had positioned that doctor “for such a time as this” to get me the medical treatment I needed. She even suggested that maybe, just maybe, that doctor had been an angel, sent to protect me. Now, I’m not really an angel fanatic or anything. In fact, I’m not really sure about angels – although I do believe they exist. What I do know is that my Heavenly Father can use what ever He wants to take care of His children.
The story continues. . .