It was a routine test. After my 1999 Cancer surgery, the surgeon wanted a baseline head CT scan. No problem: we’d have the scan and then go to lunch.
.At the hospital, though, as soon as they injected the contrast dye into my arm, my throat started to itch and I had an almost uncontrollable urge to cough. (can’t. cough. must. lie. still.)
Back in the waiting room to make sure the films were good (nothing instant in those days), my heart started to race. My eyes started to itch. But Barry and I were supposed to go to lunch! I didn’t want to bother or inconvenience anyone: I ignored my symptoms and took deep breaths.
When the tech called me up to tell me that we could go, she took one look at me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
She shook her head. “No, you’re not. Your eyes are swelling.”
A couple of hours later, after a visit to the ER in a wheelchair, breathing treatments and medications, I was cleared to go home with prescriptions for steroids and industrial-strength Benadryl. And CT contrast dye was added to my list of allergies.
I am a needy person, and on this day I needed:
*an alert technician
*a wheelchair
*the resources of the ER, Respiratory Therapy
*many, many other people.
And not one of these begrudged my neediness!
Neither does God.
And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen. Philippians 4: 19