
When I was younger, I had plenty of tests to take
Some not that important, others holding my future at stake
And when the results were about to be revealed
My nervousness was hard to conceal
With butterflies in my stomach and increasing heartbeat
I would open the results page, fearful of perceived defeat
Over the years, I experienced moments
Of both jubilation and bitter disappointment
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I thought those days of nervous anticipation
Of test results was a relic of the past, never in my imagination
Had it occurred to me that the same sentiment
Could be evoked by results of tests performed with a different intent..
I am talking about medical diagnostic tests that appear
To come back increasingly abnormal each year
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With a smattering of health issues that have now appeared
I need to take a variety of tests, and I fear
Each time that the result would come back
As markedly abnormal, and that coping skills I lack
To deal with the reality of my health in decline
To not find out the results, sometimes I feel inclined
Only to remember that I have dealt in the past
With earth-shattering disappointments that did not last..
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Like I used to do before, I whisper a prayer
To let the Lord give me the strength to take care
Of my health even if I “fail” the test
I open up my patient chart, hoping for the best…
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I’ve realized that there will always be tests to take
Based on the results, difficult decisions I might have to make
Now that I have procrastinated enough, I should go
And open my test result, staying prepared for a nasty blow

I don’t exhale until the doctor says, “They came back fine.” Whew. Who knew I was holding my breath all that time?
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I don’t like to check my results myself- each time I’ve done that they’ve been bad
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My one doctor used to show and tell me the results. My current doctor only says, “All good” and moves on. I would like a bit more than just that. I don’t know exactly what, but more than just two words.
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