Sharing the Dread
by James Johnston
Thursday, July 07, 2011
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As I was awaiting my turn in a doctor’s office today, my thoughts drifted back to very dark days in my life. My primary care doctor advised me to seek help from a specialist for diagnosis of symptoms he was unable to pinpoint. This event inspired the following narrative of my experience, together with some sound advice for those currently experiencing this dreadful malady and those who could be a future victim. This recent picture shows my dear sister and I racing shopping carts in Walmart.
In a doctor’s waiting room
Drowsing, squirming to be free
From these dreaded words of doom
Another drawn out time for me
Trying hard to make my mind
Focus on a good report
Hoping that they did not find
Symptoms of the last resort
Then my turn to see the Doc
Arrived at last and so I went
To get the news that would not rock
The world to me the Lord has sent
The doctor ordered tests complete
To define the way that he should go
To determine how that he should treat
A tumor that was sure to grow
Lymphoma was the word he used
Non-Hodgkins was the type he said
This caused my mind to feel abused
Not wanting to be declared dead
My Lord and Savior took control
And guided me to best of care
Now ten years later I am whole
My life’s adversities to share
If you should care to hear my plea
Lift your chin and take advice
From one who knows that somehow we
Can live our lives with things so nice
Advice from me is so sublime
“Let go, Let God” is all you need
To heed the words that “In His Time”
Will guide your way to Him indeed
Copyright © 2011 James Johnston
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|Reviewed by Marjorie Baker (Reader)
|Those days changed both our lives. We had met at Scott & White Clinic in Temple, TX for a diagnosis. When we left, you drove North to Longview and I drove West to Bandera to pack and move to be near you. It seems that so much of our lives have been a blend of the best of times and the worst of times. And the good times just keep on coming.
Job well done! Sis
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|Excellent message and one we all need to be reminded of. Thank you for sharing this personal poem.|
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Thank you for sharing this dread from your heart and influencing all of us to take heed and take care of ourselves. Praise God that the outcome was positive; all is and will be in Gods timing. A heartfelt write from someone who has "been there and done that!"
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Wow! I can surely sense the indecision, dread, and doubt, but glad the outcome "in God's hands" was a good one. So who won the shopping cart race? God bless...
Be always safe,