This morning I woke up still thankful and rejoicing over how the Lord smoothed our path on Thursday! (You can read about that here.)
As I sat down and finished the last two slices of my gluten-free bread (you can read about that here), for which I’m also still thankful, I was also thinking of something else for which I’m thankful.
With my daughter’s diagnosis the other day came an indirect diagnosis for myself that I assume I will have to follow through with to make it official.
I know a lot of people don’t like diagnoses of ill health, but having lived with all the unpleasant symptoms for all these years, I’m happy to have a name for the culprit!
If you’ve ever lived with unnamed chronic disease for a long time, you probably understand how marginalized it can make you feel. You understand how voiceless you feel, how unhelpful it feels to have a doctor blame what you’re experiencing on “stress” without digging deeper to see if there may be some other underlying problem. You understand when another doctor tells you he “doesn’t believe in” the malady you think you may have as you hunt and peck on your own, trying to figure it out.
Note, I’m not in any way saying that pain and suffering, neither my daughter’s nor my own, makes me happy, aside from the fact that it directs our hopes to the Lord, our Help in times of trouble.
Rather, since God has seen fit to give us this gene pool, and since He makes no mistakes, I am thankful to, at least, know what we’re dealing with here.
So yes, today I’m thankful for a diagnosis, unofficial though it may be,
for now I have a voice!
Now I have been heard!
Now I have been validated.