“I have been spitting up blood all morning, so I am going to the doctor. I’ll be in as soon as I can after that.” – a text I sent to my boss on June 16, 2014.
This morning my Timehop app reminded me that a year ago today was the first time I spit up blood in America, after doing so for ten months in Uganda. I had only been home for about a week.
This continued, sporadically, for days at a time, until January 2015. No amount of blood work, CT scans, X-rays, hospital stays, scopes and other procedures would ever let us know the cause. I guess all that matters is that it stopped. Hopefully for good.
It’s quite terrifying to wake up one morning in a third-world country and spit up blood. To thoroughly exam your mouth for a cut or bleeding gums, and find nothing. To then spit again and see straight blood. To then see a doctor who says, “Hmm. That’s strange.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, it happened again the next few mornings.
Then it stopped. Then it happened again the next month for a few days. Then it stopped. Then it happened again the next month. This went on for a year and a half. I never knew what to expect in the mornings. Would there be blood? Or would I be OK?
There’s really only one thing we can count on every morning, and that’s the mercy of the Lord. Despite what we did the day before, despite what we did the night before, He has mercy on us, and as it says in Lamentations 3:23, “His mercies are new every morning.”
Some mornings I wake up fearing that the blood will be back. And it might be someday. But that doesn’t change the fact that God is on my side and by my side. My fears are quickly erased when I remember that I’m not alone, and that His mercies are new every morning.