Today I sat on the examining table at my podiatrist’s office as he debrided my foot. I realized that my foot has bled for a couple of days shy of 6 months. My heart doesn’t function well enough to send enough blood to my extremities to heal the wound. And as I prepared to leave his office, I occupied the examining room for too long because I didn’t have enough energy to pull on my socks and put on my shoes. As I struggled, I prayed I had enough control to prevent me from vomiting from weakness. As I walked down the hall to the elevator I worried I didn’t have enough energy to walk to my car. While on the first floor I walked so slowly and I felt so exhausted that I didn’t have enough strength to steady myself. A man was kind enough to offer to get me a wheelchair.
I spent the rest of the day worried about whether or not I had enough money to make the necessary arrangements for the end of my life. Now I’m not really a dramatic man; I’ve very pragmatic. I’m nearly 55 years old. I have a poorly functioning heart- with too many beats, an aortic aneurysm, and an ejection fraction of about 31%. I know my heart isn’t strong enough to maintain itself with 3 different issues attacking it. So. With the intention of kindness to my loves, I’ve arrived at the conclusion I haven’t done enough. I need to make final preparations. Just in case.
And I realized my perspective has changed since my diagnosis. I’ve written so much about the can’t and the couldn’t.
But today I realized I think about enough.
All the time.
Have I done enough?
Am I good enough?
Do I have enough faith to endure?
Do I have enough time to fulfill my familial obligations?
Do I have enough resources to maintain a sustainable standard of living?
Does my heart function enough to keep me alive?
Will the new medicine work well enough to avoid future procedures I can’t afford and they don’t perform at my healthcare organization?
Are there enough physicians in my state to perform the new procedure? My doctor thinks there are 2 in Minnesota who perform it.
Have I achieved enough to have a worthy legacy?
Have I been kind enough?
Have I offered enough contrition?
Will I ever get enough sleep?
Do I have enough money to bury myself? Do I have enough money for a coffin and a headstone and a plot? I’m smart enough to know that I don’t have enough time to procrastinate.
Do I have enough courage?
Does God know I’ve had enough?
I don’t know how much more I can take.
I need mercy.