Do not ignore evidence just because you do not like where it is pointing. You’ve heard the saying “don’t confuse me with the facts. My mind is made up.” In a post-modern world, where thinking is not critical and where such “evidence” might actually contradict generally accepted practices, it becomes more politically important to ignore obvious evidence if it contradicts a politically motivated stated belief than to admit the evidence is valid and means something substantial.
I had chest pain for weeks. I certainly was not ignoring it. I was trying to figure out what might be causing my chest pain. I went to a doctor and went through my family history with her. I told about my exercise regime. This is when the pain happens. This is what I do to alleviate the pain and then I can go on my merry way. One of the things that brings on chest pain is food and exercise. If I do not eat and exercise, I’m fine. If I eat and then exercise, I’m not fine. Beginning with my throat, the pain increases across the top part of my chest. Tests showed no heart problems. But something is causing chest pain. If it is not the heart, then it is either the stomach (GERD) or the lungs (asthma).
One of my nephews is an RN in Nevada. For a while he was the RN on an emergency rescue helicopter covering Northern California and Nevada. He was also an RN in a cath lab in Reno. I’ve heard some his stories. When he was a teenager he went with a medical team to Brazil. He loves his job. We talked with him and he suggested I have a stress test done.
I have a strong suspicion you cannot work in a medical testing facility and have a post-modern outlook on life. Everything you do has ramifications. What you reap, you will sow. If you take care of your body, it will help when you face a genetic crisis. On the other hand, if you abuse your body, then when you need it most, it will abandon you. You may actually believe everything is good when it really isn’t good. In hospitals, ignoring the truth could get you killed. You cannot ignore death. It is absolute.
One week after seeing a doctor and having tests done which showed I was okay, I drove myself to the stress test. I wanted people trained to see to watch as I exercised. I needed to find out what was causing the chest pain so that I could continue to exercise without pain. My hope, based on previous testing, was that they would give me an inhaler which would open my bronchial tubes and alleviate the pain. They hooked up the EKG and started monitoring my heart. There was slight discomfort in my chest from the walk over from my car. Not bad. I was able to control the pain.
But after five minutes of collecting the evidence they needed the Doctor told me I had just “won” a night in the hospital. It was a couple of hundred yards to the ER. I was pushed there in a wheelchair. This was not part of my plan. But, I have learned that God doesn’t give a rip about anyone’s plans, especially when they do not include Him. I had walked into this appointment with the same attitude I have had with most everything else. I am in His hands and He may do what He wills. So, I called my wife and told her I was on the way to the ER.