Jon, you’re absolutely right!  We make a choice:

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.  (Job 10:1)

OR

 What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil?  (Job 10:2b)

Which is it gonna be?

Choose this day whom you will serve:  my faithful Father or my own unfaithful heart, which is deceitful above all things. 

I am not brave, I am not strong.  I am weary.

Where could I go but to the Lord?  Nothing can separate me from His love.  I will praise Him in the good times and I will praise Him in the tough times too!

It is day 3 of the prednisone.  We’ve got our preliminary confirmation that there is probably an autoimmune connective tissue condition underlying all of this.   I knew there was something wrong, but somehow I was still holding out hope it would not mean another diagnostic label. Today it’s sinking in.  Ok, so I feel bad about it for a few hours.  Boo Hoo! Poor me, yada yada, and I’m done.  This is the sound of me sucking it up and dealing with it: <Sluuuuuuuuurrrrrrppppp!>

It could have been a whole lot worse!

Labels are just classifications:  Shortcuts to established protocols and solutions, to avoid having to re-invent the wheel and all that, you know?  Like Jon, I am choosing not to go with what I feel, but what I know.   Christ is sufficient.  His strength is made perfect in our weakness.

It is what it is!  I love that saying.  It is so liberating!

Now we wait for the appointment with the doctor who will make an official and specific diagnosis in a few months and we will go from there.  Praise the Lord for the support of my Primary Physician to help manage it all until then.   God is still on His throne.  He is still good.  And I will trust Him.

Thank you all for your prayers.  I would not have this perspective without that.