Can A Dentist Visit Ever Be Good?

Several weeks ago my quiet, enjoyable afternoon curled up outside in the wicker furniture reading a novel came to a screeching halt. I bit into a sweet, succulent mandarin and a bolt of pain shot through my mouth that almost made me jump from my chair. Off and on for the next couple of days I experienced shooting pain, throbbing and couldn’t chew on the left side of my mouth. Since then the shooting pain has subsided but occasionally when I bite down just right it begins throbbing again.

If you don’t know, I have a huge phobia of dentists. As a child I was scarred for life by one yelling at me because the pieces you bite down on for x-rays made me gag badly and I couldn’t keep the adult size ones in my mouth (shocking since I was a CHILD!). Anyway since then seeing a dentist is painful simply in thought, but with the idea of needing dental work in Ukraine seeming even more unappealing I faced my fear.

Today I called the dentist.

I am not joking when I say that my hands were shaking just dialing the number. When the receptionist answered and I explained about the tooth and wondered if I could be worked in this week she responded, “Well what are you doing right now?” Not what I expected. I had already figured that if he could work me in this week it would be in a few days and I would have a little more time to convince myself it wasn’t the end of the world.

Long story shortened…

My dentist has a heart for missions. Apparently he has been many times to Ukraine and we may have chatted more about that then about my poor tooth. This made me decided I could possibly find room in my heart to like at least one dentist in the world.

After lots of tapping, scraping, biting and x-rays the prognosis is a cracked tooth. The unfortunate side is that there isn’t anything to be done about it for now other than some sensitivity toothpaste and biting on tougher things with the opposite side of my mouth.

Oh and the dentist trip only cost me my time.

All in all a blessing of an afternoon and I NEVER thought I would say that about a dentist visit.


I have been spared from dentistry in Ukraine but still need support to be able to eat with those teeth (and pay rent). Would you consider supporting me?

Ekklesia International, 70 Lee St, Royston, GA 30662
Memo: Ukraine

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