1 Year Later

It has taken me quite a while to be 'okay' writing this...

I recall before the surgery having so much anxiety and fear that I would wake up and no longer feel like a woman, instead, I woke crying. Knowing that this was over and done. I remember praying that this surgery would be perfect, that there would be no complications during or after. And then as one night inpatient turned into two, and two into three, and so on, I realized that, once again this was not the case. Then as a few weeks of pain turned into a month, and that turned into 6 months, and that turned into a year, I am realizing that once again, things have not gone as planned. Before this surgery, I swore that I would NOT not return to the OR again. Well, go figure that once again, this was a false reality. And then about 6 months out, I realized that the endometriosis was back and this was confirmed during the surgery in December... So, I think that this one year mark has been hard because when I look back, nothing has gone as planned...

Now, there are many things that I am grateful for. The first being the most obvious about having a hysterectomy. Then, the cramping is minimal now. The cystic ovary is still present, but that is even milder. And there are others that I will not mention on here.... So, while things have not gone as planned, the good far outweighs the bad and I have to often remind myself of this when I am laying in bed from the pain. Or not able to take the kiddos around the block because the thought of putting one foot in front of the other brings tears to my eyes. And the blessing is that I have a great team of doctors on my side trying to figure out what the next step should be....

I have also found many blessings in this. I have been able to help a few other young women who have needed this drastic surgery. Shortly after mine, my aunt needed a hysterectomy and called upon me for questions. And for me, being able to help people have helped me deal with this and cope.

While this past year has been so very different than I imagined, I am grateful. I am trying to hold my head high and trust that God is using me in some unknown way to serve Him through this. . .