Story
Everyone has a story to share. We all have a past, and there are some skeletons in every single one of our closets. There, I said it. The way I see it, there is no use in denying it. While you don’t have to parade them around, you do need to acknowledge it. Why? Because it has made us who we are today.
My story has so many moments of sheer joy, like when my daughters were born and the pleasure I have had witnessing all of their “firsts” and how they’ve matured and grown into beautiful young women. Tragedy is also a part of my story. The day my sister committed suicide two weeks after having her daughter. Life, as I knew it, crumbled all around my feet. The pain was not the same but close when I was eight weeks pregnant and had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. That was one of the scariest things in my life, right up there to the time I flipped a Volkswagen six times in a field on a rainy day when my tire blew out. My sister reached out to grab me as I was flying through the air, with my head hitting the door frame as I was on my way out until she drew me into herself. She saved my life. There are those that say those words in jest. I am saying it with all honesty because I know I was destined to land in a heap in the middle of the field, but my sister literally saved my life that day.
There’s a lot of joy in my life’s story. From my wedding day when white doves were released at the end of our ceremony, to hearing my niece take her first breath and cry as she entered this world, to celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary and hosting a retirement party for my father after 41 years of service.
Then there’s pain. Regret. Things I would have done differently if given a chance to go back. If I knew then what I know now, things would be different. But, there is no going back. We can only go forward.
Our story, buried deep within our hearts, needs to be told. It is begging to come out and be shared with the world in an effort to help someone else who might be struggling with the same or similar situation. Our story might just provide the hope they need to hold on a little tighter to make it through. We might be the light people are able to find in their time of need that will show them the way to Jesus.
Share your story!
From tragedies such as losing someone to suicide, infant loss, helping someone through the end of their life as they struggle with a terminal illness, addictions of any kind that you’ve overcome whether it’s pornography, alcohol or drugs, SHARE your story to help others!
Someone out there NEEDS to hear it!
Trust
Since the recent news I’ve received and the upcoming surgery that’s scheduled, I have to place my trust in the doctor for a successful outcome. While I am nervous, I know that God will be right there with me through it all. I feel in my heart that God has guided this doctor into the field he is in, and I have heard he is a wonderful surgeon. I’m counting on that!
One of the very first impressions I had of this doctor was right there with the contents in his waiting room. How refreshing is it to find bibles and literature about God right there in plain sight?! You don’t find a lot of that in this day and age. My heart smiled when my eyes saw all of the things pointing to God and Jesus. I knew then I was in the right place.
The doctor greets you every time with a hand shake, and he never leaves at the end of your appointment without saying, “God Bless You!”
I have been praying since I learned of the required surgery. Actually, I was praying before that. Now I’m really praying hard! I plan to ask this doctor to pray for me and with me prior to the surgery as well. When they get ready to wheel me into the operating room and right before they put me under, I want him and his staff gathered around me in prayer.
I love my God, and I trust in Him.
Hope
Warning! Female issues will be discussed within this post. Do not go forward if this offends you. Bless your heart!
I have been struggling for approximately a year and 10 months. Initially, I had no idea what in the world was wrong! What I did know was that whatever it was going on with me was getting progressively worse. It got to the point last December where we were gathered around the table giving thanks to God for the Christmas meal the staff was about to partake in when I suddenly became faint. My heart was pounding, and I became extremely hot, weak, and dizzy. My family was attending this meal, and they knew immediately something was wrong. I excused myself after a few minutes of sitting quietly hoping the feeling would pass. I felt hot, dizzy, and I knew this was not normal. My family doctor did not have any available appointments, so I was put with someone in their network. THAT proved to be a big mistake and waste of money. When I went and explained my symptoms that came on suddenly, the doctor prescriped Flonase. What? Really? I questioned how this would help with ALL of the symptoms, especially when my main concern was my heart pounding all over the place. They did note that my blood pressure was high, but they shrugged it off to being nervous at a new doctor’s office. Hardly! I left that doctor’s office determined never to return. Then, I promptly made a self referral to the heart doctor in another town. The heart doctor did blood work, as well as an EKG and echocardigram. All of the tests came back fine, except the blood work. I was anemic, thus causing ALL of the symptoms I had just experienced. Finally some answers! I was put on an iron supplement and asked what could be causing the anemia. Female issues!
Fast forward to the ob/gyn appointment and ultrasound, the doctors in my home town indicated I had one fibroid causing the issues. Fibroids are generally not something to be concerned with, yet it causes a whole host of issues, including anemia! Great. The doctor here immediately went into surgery mode. That is ALL they wanted to talk about, but it wasn’t on the top of my list. They put me on a pill that made my life hell for six weeks. Finally, I took myself off of this medicine when the doctor in town did not seem too concerned or too receptive to how this was affecting my life and ability to work! Another self referral was in order! This self referral would also NOT be in my home town. I was going where they appear more knowledgeable and actually to care about their patients and their well being!
My new doctor has been wonderful. I was hesitant initially, but he took the time to thoroughly explain to me what was going on with my body, with even having models to show me in detail. I became emotional at my very first appointment with the difference in my home town doctors and these doctors. I knew right then that I was done with my home town doctors. There was no turning back. This was cemented in my mind when the new doctor ordered another ultrasound. The home town doctors had it wrong! I didn’t have just ONE fibroid … I had THREE!!!!! In addition to this, I have Adenomyosis as well. I was shocked and scared when he relayed this information to me. While they agreed to try a hard hitting, heavy medicine, there was no guarantee it would work. And, here I am to report that, sadly, it has not. Therefore, I will be having a hysterectomy in the near future. This was not something I wanted at all, not because I’m still considering having more children, because I’m not. But, no one wants to be cut on! I realize the medical field has advanced so much, but it is still scary being put under and having someone cut on you! I’m not a fan of that, especially after a ruptured ectopic pregnancy in 2003, yet another time when my home town doctors let me down by NOT seeing me when I insisted something was wrong! The results of their neglect almost caused me my life! This time the home town doctors said they’d have to open me completely up due to possible scar tissue left behind. However, this new doctor feels confident he can do it laproscopically. I pray he can!
With all of the above said, please pray that the surgery will be successful, that I will not have any complications or any problems with the anesthesia or the surgery itself. Please pray that the fibroids and everything else turn out not to be anything bad, and hopefully all of the issues I’ve had the past year and ten months will finally be resolved. I’m 46 years old with two beautiful children who need me as much as I need them. I pray God allows me many, many, many more years with them! I hope to be an old woman rocking my great-great-grandchildren in my lap on my front porch one day!
