The Pain of Spiritual Self-Examination
I recently had an experience that made me question some things about my life. As I do each year, I went to have a routine medical diagnostic procedure completed. Unfortunately, a few days later, I received a call that I needed to come back for some follow-up testing necessary in order to determine whether I had cancer or just some benign cysts. The minimal imaging I had originally was not enough to determine exactly what the radiologist was seeing on my scan. So after a week of praying and trying very hard not to be anxious, I took a day off from work to go have these tests run. The first one didn’t reveal what the masses were, so I had to have yet another test—an ultrasound this time. That test finally allowed the doctors to determine that what they were seeing was benign. They then measured the cysts, documenting their sizes and locations for future reference next year. . . because each year, I faithfully go for tests that are expected when one turns a certain age. Like many, I want