Hearing the word “auto-immune” can be frightening. Especially when waiting on a diagnosis from your doctor. When I was told I have Systemic Lupus Erythematous I was in shock. Every symptom I experienced finally made sense. Anger was the first emotion I felt. I began to resent God for what he gave me. Why me? I’m too young to have a life ling illness. After many prayers and long talks with the man upstairs, I have full faith in The Lord’s plan for me. I believe God knows what is best for me. Not knowing much about the chronic sickness, I had many questions. When doctors could not seem to answer these curiosities, a wave of angst washed over me. I was uncertain about my entire life, and the next step to take. People often say God works in mysterious
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Assuming it is my doctor with lab results, I roll over and sit up. When his shaved head and metal rack holding his intravenous drug come around the corner I realize it is the patient next door to my room. After saying hello he asks me to read to him. The little boy, no older than five, says it makes his head not hurt so bad. Once he hops up next to me I can clearly see he multiple scars on his scalp due to surgery. Feeling absolutely petty for grieving over myself, sorrow fills my eyes. Before I had a chance to shed a tear he looks up at me a says, “I’m waiting.” Never has one person brought so much pain and joy to my life in the hour we spent …show more content…
Without even thinking about it I responded, “yes, I found out I was sick a month ago”, he looked at me with a face of confusion and said “but you don’t look sick, you have hair and I don’t see any boo-boo’s on you.” At that exact moment I realized the 35-pound little boy sitting next to me had more bravery and strength than anyone I have ever met. Not only will I never feel sorry for myself again, but I will pray for those in need. I believe God sent that little boy into my hospital room. I believe God wanted me to now that I have the ability to touch someone’s life, just like the little boy did to
Assuming it is my doctor with lab results, I roll over and sit up. When his shaved head and metal rack holding his intravenous drug come around the corner I realize it is the patient next door to my room. After saying hello he asks me to read to him. The little boy, no older than five, says it makes his head not hurt so bad. Once he hops up next to me I can clearly see he multiple scars on his scalp due to surgery. Feeling absolutely petty for grieving over myself, sorrow fills my eyes. Before I had a chance to shed a tear he looks up at me a says, “I’m waiting.” Never has one person brought so much pain and joy to my life in the hour we spent …show more content…
Without even thinking about it I responded, “yes, I found out I was sick a month ago”, he looked at me with a face of confusion and said “but you don’t look sick, you have hair and I don’t see any boo-boo’s on you.” At that exact moment I realized the 35-pound little boy sitting next to me had more bravery and strength than anyone I have ever met. Not only will I never feel sorry for myself again, but I will pray for those in need. I believe God sent that little boy into my hospital room. I believe God wanted me to now that I have the ability to touch someone’s life, just like the little boy did to