How Does That Happen?
Sometimes when dealing with the medical community, mistakes are made…switched records, mislabeled medications, etc… I think we have all experienced them in one way or another. Sometimes they are small things. Sometimes, sadly, they are tragic. I have often wondered; how do we know if the doctor we are going to got A’s or D’s in medical school? Aren’t both grades a passing grade? Don’t both graduate a person? But then I am comforted to know that all doctors have to pass lots of tests to get their license hung on a wall. Whew!
I bring this up because of a story I heard the other day from a gal I work with. She was simply sharing about her mom, and how she had had cancer many years ago. She is doing fine now, and seems to have come through it without a recurrence. But she told me that when her mom was battling cancer, she went through all the chemotherapy and radiation needed. My co-worker was only about 15 at the time, but she remembers her mom being burnt at the radiation site. Radiation is no piece of cake, that’s for sure. After her mom completed all the treatments, all seemed to be going well. She did have some follow-up tests done sometime later, and then got the disturbing news that her cancer was back. It was time to start in all over again with chemotherapy. How many have experienced those kinds of days? I know we have, as a family, when our youngest son relapsed with Leukemia many years ago. It is no fun starting over, knowing first hand how difficult those treatments are.
On the day this woman was to start chemotherapy again, they had trouble finding a vein in her arm. Try as they might, they just couldn’t get the needle inserted, so they finally had to call it quits. They admitted her into the hospital to wait until the next day. Thank God. Literally! When the next day came, her doctor, who had been gone the previous day, found out she was there waiting to start chemo. He quickly put a stop to it. He said that her tests had not detected any cancer at all, and she did NOT need any more chemotherapy. Of course, he re-ran all the tests just to make sure. He was probably a bit taken aback at how she had gotten this far into it again without him knowing. The tests all came back fine, and she was sent home. The cancer has never come back, and it has been over 15 years now! Obviously, her doctor was right. More chemotherapy was not needed!
I don’t write this story to scare anyone. Doctors are human, the people administering the chemotherapy are human, and all are doing the very best job they can. But why I share this story is to show that when Searching And Noticing the Divine, we can hear stories almost daily of God’s intervention in our lives. Jesus roamed this earth many years ago, but when He ascended back into Heaven after His resurrection, He didn’t leave us alone. He is always with us, watching over us, interceding for us, and taking care of us. Yes, human mistakes are made, many of them. But all things, at all times, are in God’s control. And God will work those things out for good for those who love Him! We just may not understand it all this side of Heaven.