The neurologist sent me to yet another doctor. This one is a neurologist-ophthalmologist. I guess when they get a rare disease they feel obligated to spread the opportunity around. After a ten minute consult, he stated that my eyes were fine and he agreed that it was a stroke. His advice, return in 6 weeks. I have an outstanding neurologist and an outstanding ophthalmologist so I did not make a return appointment.
At 55 I felt fear and disappointment after hearing this news. Disappointment that the only thing that could be done was a baby aspirin. No magical fixes. Fear because I know that strokes are signs of Sarcoidosis becoming progressive and possibly terminal. Disappointment that the plans I made may change now.
have known from the beginning that the sarcoidosis is producing granulomas on my brain stem which causes inflammation. I knew this day would come when the goal would no longer be to get the disease in remission. Now the goal is to control the disease enough to keep me alive. A stroke in the brain stem area of the brain can kill you instantly.
I spent a week pleading, cursing, and bargaining with God. Then I read a secular supernatural thriller written by a christian author that made a point that I really needed to hear. Who are we pleading, cursing or bargaining with God. Even Jesus prayed “Take this cup from me” and “My God, Why have you forsaken me?” That was the son of man side of Jesus. The Son of God said “Not my will but Thine” and “I commend my soul to Thee.” (I am paraphrasing so please forgive me if they do not match your Bible word for word.)
I found a peace in knowing that a power greater than I, a power that I can never understand, is in charge. All I have to do is relax and let Him control my destiny. Whatever His plan, I am in good hands.