What kind of person…

What comes to mind when you hear the word…colonoscopy?

Yeah. You got it. A camera attached to six feet of rubber tube designed to…evaluate operations.
One of my family members had this procedure performed recently due to “ongoing digestive issues.”  In an effort to protect the innocent, er, I mean, injured party, I will not mention any names.
I attended as the “designated driver.” Afterwards, I waited with the patient in the doctor’s office and wondered what kind of person decides to become a gastroenterologist, one who performs this procedure on a regular basis. Ugh. I didn’t allow my mind to wander far. I just couldn’t grasp the idea.
Judging by the pictures lining her walls, the doctor was a mother, a wife, a daughter, maybe even a sister. The pictures looked real enough. The doctor breezed into the room and shook my hand. Yep, definitely real.
She slapped some pictures on the desk. “I don’t know if you’re interested in seeing these, but everything checked out okay. No colorectal ulcers. No signs of any real problems.”
No ulcers? No cancer?
Suddenly, I realized I needed to hear what she had to say on a personal level. I glanced at the pictures. They weren’t so bad. Maybe the doctor wasn’t so strange after all.
Aren’t you glad God didn’t make all of us alike? That He chose to mold each one of us differently, with special gifts and talents. With unique likes and dislikes?
I’m thankful for the gastroenterologist, for the good news she brought to the table. For her skill in evaluating the best prescription, for her honest desire to help the patient feel better and experience a better quality of life.
Do you think she wonders what kind of person can sit at a desk for hours, pounding out word after word on a computer?