WHAT'S IN A NAME?

I went to the doctor recently.  He had gone on a long four month boat trip and asked me to come in so he could check on me before refilling my prescriptions.  He informed me that he was ordering some blood work.  It will check my insides and he has ordered some other test to rule out any conditions that fit my symptoms.  

I think it is funny that he still is looking for some sort of diagnosis, but of course that is his job.  I have just come to think that a diagnosis is pretty far fetched since each day is different.  My pain isn't exactly constant.  It varies up and down, like cycles.  But, I have been at peace with no diagnosis for the most part.  This however has made me start to hope again.

I start hoping something would be found and that there would be some cure.  Of course if all I got was something to call what I have somehow I would appreciate that.  Isn't that strange?  I just want a name for it.  I don't know why that matters, but if I am honest it does.

I don't want to hope too much.  I try not to think of it much.  I didn't even want to write about it because then I would be admitting it.  I know of course my hope is in the Lord, who has brought me through and gives me all I need, diagnosis or not.