photo credit: Oluwaseyi Johnson
Was it luck that the young mother of three
bumped her head on the bed post
and came in to see me?
She was picking up a toy
that had fallen into the abyss
between the bed and the wall
but I felt we better not miss
an internal bleed in her brain
those are rare but not good
so I ordered the CT scan
and we both went back to mothering our brood
When the phone rang that night
I can't remember if I dropped the phone
It's a brain tumor, and it's big
Can you call her at home?
Was it luck when the car
struck her from behind?
Plastic and metal shredded and
busted near the yellow line
Her head hurt, her neck hurt
to the doctor she went
And the MRI that was supposed to check bones
instead showed a hint
of the cancerous tumor that was showing no signs
it was in her thyroid, she had no symptoms
God was definitely on time
Was it luck when she came to tell me she was in pain?
Her abdomen was cramping, her bowel movements had changed
As the dutiful NP, I pulled up her old scans
Has anyone ever mentioned your lungs to you ma'am?
My lungs, why would they? My lungs are fine
well it says on here that there's an issue - do you mind
if I order a CT scan of them just to be safe?
God was nudging me, directing me, showing me the way
Pulmonary fibrosis? what in the world is that?
Well, sweetheart, it's serious, sit down, we need to chat
Unfortunately it's the same way my own disease often ends
Here's my number, you can call me, I actually do understand
Was it luck when she looked at me with frustration and contempt?
Ma'am I'm sorry I just met you, let me see if I can help
You can't help me she thought, they've already run all the tests
God tapped my shoulder, I looked a little deeper, there was one thing left
I'm sure it's nothing, but let's check this one last thing
It's an ultrasound, I know you're frustrated, but let's do it, okay?
Okay, she said, and I wasn't sure she would actually do it
But days later the phone rang, there's an issue, there's fluid
The young colleague who sent her to me called me for advice
What do I order next? What do you think it is? I'm not sure what to try.
So I made my suggestions and prayed I was wrong.
Come on Lord, let's let this young patient just move along.
But He couldn't and she couldn't and my colleague and I cried
Another cancer, a bad one, it's not fair, it's not right
Was it luck that I've found some of these things at the craziest times?
Or was it God this whole time leading me with His light?
I'm no saint, I'm a sinner, I get fired up, I have faults, I get loud
But when I slow down and I pray and I look up to those clouds
I can feel Him, sometimes it's so strong I just weep
Like right now as I type this, and all those nights I've lost sleep
These are a mere few of the miracles I have watched unfold
in my tiny little town with my regular little folks
Are we special? am I special? I don't claim any of it as mine
It's His, I'm a vessel, I'm a sparrow, I'm a scribe
Dear Lord, there have been so many times I have seen You.
Why me? Am I doing it right? I sure do try, but I need You.
When the going gets tough, and my stethoscope seems too much
My alarm goes off again, and I feel Your gentle nudge
You'll tell me when it's time.
When my service is up.
It wasn't luck, God. It's been You.
Knowing that is enough.
Author's note: Age and any identifying factors have been changed due to federal privacy laws.
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