Do you ever find yourself in a situation and you automatically jump to the worst possible conclusion?
A few weeks back I went to my dermatologist for my annual skin check. She saw a mole on my head that looked questionable so she biopsied it.
The doctor’s assistant told me that if the biopsy came back positive, she would call me with the results and then schedule me for further removal. She then told me that no news is good news, so if the biopsy came back negative, I wouldn’t be hearing from her. I told her I’d be calling regardless if I didn’t hear back in a week. She smiled and said that’s fine.
A few days later my phone rang. I looked down and saw it was the doctor’s office. “Uh oh,” I thought. I answered, expecting to hear the voice of the assistant. When I heard the voice of the doctor herself, I thought, “Oh crap, this can’t be good.”
The doctor then proceeded to explain the biopsy results using a bunch of big, complicated words that went right over my head. I scribbled some notes, planning to google them later to see if I could figure out what the heck she was talking about. All I gathered was “moderately atypical.”
She then explained that I would need to come in for further removal and that another sample would be sent to the lab to see if there were still abnormal cells.
Next she moved on to explain the nature of the surgery. She said she would be removing from a wider and deeper area. The wound would be left open because it’s difficult to suture the scalp and doing so could cause bleeding complications. I would simply need to keep the wound covered with Vasoline so it could heal from the inside out.
Ok, no big deal, right? It’s just a little hole…
Finally, doc stated that if there were still abnormal cells and I needed more extensive removal, she would refer me to a plastic surgeon.
Wait…what?? PLASTIC SURGERY??? Time out, I did NOT sign up for this!
I kept my cool and thanked the doctor. I scheduled the appointment for a few weeks later.
It is amazing what your mind can come up with in a few weeks’ time.
I began conjuring up these images of there being a massive hole in my head after extensive plastic surgery. Plastic freaking surgery.
Fast forward to last Thursday. I sat in the waiting room doing my focused breathing (thanks, Nannette) to calm myself down before the procedure. Mostly I was hoping to calm down my nervous bladder and bowels. (Yeah, I went there, but I have to give you the full picture, right?).
A woman called me in and went over the consent form and post-op instructions with me. Nothing I wasn’t expecting.
A few minutes later the doc walked in and we got things started. The procedure was super quick and since she didn’t need to suture anything, I was out of there in no time. The best part, though, was the doc, assistant, and I talked and laughed the whole time. It was awesome. I never thought I’d enjoy surgery so much.
As I write this, I don’t have the biopsy results yet. But from what doc said, if more needed to be removed, at this point it would still be at her office. Shew! And you know what, if that has to happen, it has to happen. No big deal. One day at a time.
Good grief, see how I got so worked up over almost nothing?
Now, given I don’t have the results back, of course I can sit here writing, all happy go lucky. The procedure was basically nothing. I have a headache and that’s about it.
Long story long, I’m pretty much a pro at jumping to the worst conclusions. I might freak out a little if I get a call from doc telling me I need further removal. But I’m working on trusting God and that whole “not freaking out” thing. For now, I have a (super cool looking) hole in my head.
Isn’t it easy to do that though? Jump to the worst conclusion? It’s even worse (at least for me) when it comes to our kids.
It’s okay to freak out a little. We’re human. But we can’t focus on our worries so much that it consumes us. That’s not healthy.
So if you find yourself in a situation and jumping to the worst conclusion, cast your cares on God, for he cares for you (1 Peter 5:7).
If you’re worrying, start praying. Keep praying. God cares for you and will take care of you.
Share below a situation when you jumped to the worst conclusion, only to find out later that it wasn’t that big of a deal. What did you learn from that?