I grew up going to church every service and believing in God. As I grew up and started my own life away from my parents I kind of strayed in a sense. I rarely went to church. I moved in with my boyfriend (whom is now my husband). Did and said things that were not right. I still believed in God but I did not live as I should or know him the way I should have until this past year.
My husband and I tried for 2 years to have a baby (I had fertility issues) – the Lord blessed us with a baby boy. When we were ready to try for baby #2 we knew it would not be an easy task, but never dreamed things would play out the way they did.
We tried for almost a year before seeking help from the gynecologist. Whom told me to lose weight come back in 3 months and we would go from there. So I did just that, only I did not lose enough. At that 3 month appointment he put me on weight loss meds, which I started right away. One week later I found myself at the ER in the worst pain I had ever experienced.
I will never forget the look on the doctors face when he says
“You have 2 large masses coming off of your ovaries”.
I was then sent to see an oncologist who said
“You are 28, you don’t fit the profile for ovarian cancer, but after seeing your scans I am concerned.”
I have NEVER felt such despair or hopelessness. I went on to have surgery a week later. Where it was indeed confirmed as cancer. I had to have a full hysterectomy.
Was this the end? How is this happening to me? What about my 3 year old? No baby #2.
After this confirmation. I was told it was stage 2. I went on to have 6 chemo treatments every 21 days. This was by far the hardest period of my life so far. Dealing with all of these things and having a 3 year old to take care of was not the easiest.
In the midst of all of this I found God in a way I could never have imagined.