Sick. Four little letters that make up one little word yet seem to control our lives at times. I am sick…again! For what seems like the umpteenth time since the calendar flipped to 2018 I am once again banished to the couch…a coughing, sneezing, feverish, and at times barely breathing, mess! Blah! This time diagnosed with multiple plague worthy diagnoses…the end result of each the same- stay home and rest. Stay home. Alone. Isolated. More broken plans, more disappointed friends, and more, much, much, more disappointed me!
But when is enough enough? Sickness? Health? Loss? Gain? Curse? Blessing? Hearing people say, “I just can’t take it”…but can they? Can I?! Why do some people seem to just glide through life problem free while others deal with so much? Problems. Illness. Pain. Death. Mine isn’t even that bad and I feel overwhelmed! Awake at 2:30am coughing into a darkened house can make you see things in a way you don’t in the light of day. Everything I am facing right now will pass, I just need time. But what about those who don’t have that reassurance?? What about…
…the father holding his 12 year old son as he goes through the pain of yet another chemo treatment?
…the man dealing with lung cancer who took care of himself, never smoked, but has it “just because”?
…the mother holding her little girl as she is immobilized due to a tricky, and very painful, surgery in hopes of fending off and slowing down a painful and rare disease?
…the pastor’s wife trying to be a faithful example as she deals with the painful disease that quite literally twists her body apart, at times, and has been passed on to her young daughter?
When is enough enough? When is it too much?