146 - Daily Questions

Last week, my doctor made a house call. It wasn’t the first time. I don’t know if he does this for his other patients, but I was oh, so grateful that he stopped by, drew a special blood test, and took the time to talk to me. Living with a chronic illness also means living with uncertainty. What’s going to get me? Will it be a gradual decline or some catastrophic event? How fortunate I am to have a caring physician who does not pat me on the hand, saying “There, there,” but tries to answer my questions, giving me the solace of information.

One Hundred Forty-Six

Daily Questions

I am frightened, Holy One,
Of uncertainties. The questions,
Speculations, unknown futures,
Riddles without answers.

Todays follow in their narrowed path,
New duties, treatments, routines,
All concocted to stabilize.
Yet I distrust their efficiency.

Sliding, slipping, gasping,
Limbs stiff, I hesitate.
No easy climbs, no careless tasks.
Help me to consolidate.

You alone unlock my puzzle,
Lending strength to attempt each day.
Still my fright with words that praise You,
Slow my breath with sustaining Care.