Remember the cyst? At the beginning of my pregnancy I was told I had a complex cyst.
"What on earth is a complex cyst?" I wondered. The doctors informed me that this meant I had a cyst that was made up of both liquid and solid making a mass that could possibly rupture (I found out last week that it was also possible that this mass was cancerous). Because I was pregnant it could not be removed and had to be watched carefully. My life, as well as my babies life, were at risk. Every second of every day following would be a challenge. We dealt with
fear,
pain,
restrictions and
questions of what would happen next. There was a chance of surgery while pregnant. Even if the surgery didn't happen while pregnant,
it was going to happen soon.
Remember the prayers?After hearing news of this very scary intruder in my body, we called on you; our family and our friends, to pray for us. We had prayer requests sent to numerous churches and friends of friends. The word was spread, it had to be, it was my child's life that was at risk. We were overwhelmed with the support and number of people who lifted Talon and I up in their prayers.
Have I thanked you for that? If not, thank you! As time went on and new steps to this journey approached we reached out again and again. Every time that we did we got the same response. Overwhelming support. I know I said that already but I cannot emphasize it enough.
Remember the promises? Throughout this experience there was a song and a verse that kept coming up. First was the song. I was on my way to a doctors appointment and I was in tears. I did not know what to expect and I was terrified. I cried out to the Lord and he answered. The song "Safe" by Phil Wickham came on. I know that the verses do not apply but the message was there. Every single appointment, and I'm not exaggerating, it was literally every appointment, it came on as I drove. It was evident that God was telling me that I would be safe in His arms. One way or another, I was going to be okay.
Next came the scripture. I was doing a devotional before one of my crucial appointments and saw this verse. 30 minuted later, while driving to the appointment, my friend Beth text me the same verse. Two weeks later another friend shared it with me. The verse? Jer. 29:11 " For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Again, I would be safe in His arms. I was going to be okay!
Remember the healing?
Oh, have I not told you about that yet? Well it has come. Today I had surgery to remove this mass from my ovary. There was a chance of losing my right ovary
(I did not) and a chance it would be cancerous
(Doctor said it does not appear that way and we will wait for confirmation). The surgery went smoothly. I am doing great.
"Wait a second, didn't you say there was a healing?" you ask,
"Didn't the doctor remove the mass?" Let me explain.
There is
no doubt in my mind that this was God. It was God who decided that I would be pregnant right in time. It was God who made sure I had an early ultrasound
(because of bleeding that was more than coincidental) to find this mass that would have continued to grow and become more dangerous without us ever knowing it was there. It was God who protected me throughout my pregnancy and delivery. It was God who placed me in the care of a doctor who was given her abilities through Him.
So often we take God for granted. We put our hope in medicines and in doctors. Don't get me wrong, I am so thankful for the amazing doctor who took such great care of me. I just know that we are all given talents and strengths through God Himself. Today I praise God for His hand in my life and for the life He has given me and allowed me to keep. I thank God for this healing. I pray that I get confirmation that this was not a cancerous mass but if it is I will continue to trust in Him and the miracles He will bring.
Oh, I think my heart just skipped a beat!
