Here we go. Do you get nervous around medical stuff? I used to freak out. Now I just freak out about a couple doctors. It’s the doctors who look at my tests and give a thumbs up for stabilizing or a thumbs down for decline.
I’m nervous. I don’t want him to order a liver biopsy. Does anyone want a tool going into them to take a core sample??? EGD … Okay, I’ve done that before. I can give EGD lessons, I think. Colonoscopy? Ugh. MRI? No sweat.
I feel like I’m heading into the locker room to read the coach’s post to see if I made the team. I hated that feeling. I never got cut but I felt for the guys who did. I always was anxious and sweaty-palmed walking up to the list scanning for my name on the roster.
My liver doc will talk about my biliruben levels, my clotting factor and AST and ALT from my last blood draw. He’ll feel my swollen spleen, look for fluid and poke my liver. I know the drill.
So here I go … I want good news. But more than that, I want Jennifer and Julie and Dr. Stephen to see Jesus in me no matter what the prognosis.
I’m an ambassador for the King. It’s a tough spot during a time of war like this.