So I went into the fertility doctor this morning to see what my ovaries looked like and to look at the egg count for this month. When we went in last month, he was concerned that there might be a low number in each ovary. Well...God did it again! My egg count was back up and looked great! The sonogram still showed that there was endometriosis on my left ovary...a pretty large one...but I'm not concerned! If God can remove a mass from my uterus and increase my egg count so quickly, He will remove the endometriosis before we go back again.
Before I left, he decided to check my hormone levels to make sure my hsg was okay for my ovaries. I just think he needs another reason to show me that God is still in control and my healer. I will find out Monday about those results, but remain confident in My Lord!
Our prayer now is that the endomtreosis is healed and that God will get us pregnant without IVF!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Trials
Shortly after Jon and I got married, I was diagnosed with a severe form of endometriosis after having surgery. Look it up if you don't know what that is. This can prevent the ability to conceive and/or make it very difficult. At the time I didn't think too much of it, b/c we just got married and we weren't ready for kids. Well, about a year went by and we were starting to think that we wanted children. We were unsuccessful, so we began fertility treatments. First it was clomid for three months, didn't work. In the process of this occurring, my doctor recommended surgery to remove all of the endometriosis and to get a fresh start with the ovaries. Well, before that could occur, I was diagnosed with a congenital upper junction restriction in my kidney. Surgery....again. Although, we prayed and prayed before surgery for it to be healed. When the doctors went in, the constriction was not as bad as the tests and pictures had revealed previously. Praise God! After recovering from this surgery, my doctor went ahead and performed the lapratomy to scrape out the endometriosis. It was extremely painful. It's kind of like a C-section, without completely cutting into the uterus. When I finally healed, we went back into prayer about having a baby. We weren't sure what to do. God just said, "Your time will come. Trust in me." Well, we weren't patient enough and went through more fertility treatments without luck. We even tried IVF without success. Looking back I believe that was God's way of telling us, it's not your time yet.
A year later, my mom passed away, we adopted Nicholas, and now we are back on this journey once again to have a baby.
Now I'm part time, and ready to fill my house with children!
Healing....
About a month ago, we were told that there was a mass inside of my uterus. Seriously? Why, God? I didn't understand why this was starting all over again. Hadn't we had enough? My OB/GYN had done an MRI to try and figure out why I was having such terrible abdominal pain and discovered not only a mass in my uterus, but a hernia as well. About a month went by, and we only knew of the hernia. We went to see her again for a sonogram, "to look at the ovaries." That's when she told us about the mass. She was hoping after two cycles it would wash out, but it didn't. It was still there. She referred us to a fertility specialist to have it looked at and then to have it surgically removed. The doctor did one sonogram, looking for the mass. He said, "hmm, I'm not seeing it. Let me take another look at the MRI results to make sure I'm looking in the right spot." He confirmed it again and then went back in for another sonogram. "It's not there. This is unusual." He didn't know what to say. God healed me! Before we went in to see him, I was diligently praying the blood of Jesus over me. I was declaring everyday, all day long, "I am healed by the blood of Jesus! I am healed right now, b/c Jesus said I was healed the day he shed his blood." God proved his promise to me and proved to the doctor that He is bigger than medicine. Well, before leaving the doctor had to add, "well, your egg count is low. I need you to come back in a month to check this out." "Satan, get thee behind me! I am healed and my ovaries are plentiful!"
I go back on Friday.... to declare God's healing again!
A year later, my mom passed away, we adopted Nicholas, and now we are back on this journey once again to have a baby.
Now I'm part time, and ready to fill my house with children!
Healing....
About a month ago, we were told that there was a mass inside of my uterus. Seriously? Why, God? I didn't understand why this was starting all over again. Hadn't we had enough? My OB/GYN had done an MRI to try and figure out why I was having such terrible abdominal pain and discovered not only a mass in my uterus, but a hernia as well. About a month went by, and we only knew of the hernia. We went to see her again for a sonogram, "to look at the ovaries." That's when she told us about the mass. She was hoping after two cycles it would wash out, but it didn't. It was still there. She referred us to a fertility specialist to have it looked at and then to have it surgically removed. The doctor did one sonogram, looking for the mass. He said, "hmm, I'm not seeing it. Let me take another look at the MRI results to make sure I'm looking in the right spot." He confirmed it again and then went back in for another sonogram. "It's not there. This is unusual." He didn't know what to say. God healed me! Before we went in to see him, I was diligently praying the blood of Jesus over me. I was declaring everyday, all day long, "I am healed by the blood of Jesus! I am healed right now, b/c Jesus said I was healed the day he shed his blood." God proved his promise to me and proved to the doctor that He is bigger than medicine. Well, before leaving the doctor had to add, "well, your egg count is low. I need you to come back in a month to check this out." "Satan, get thee behind me! I am healed and my ovaries are plentiful!"
I go back on Friday.... to declare God's healing again!
The beginning
Hmm... Well, God this isn't exactly a book, but it's a way to get the story of my life out to those you want to hear it.
God has been urging me to share the story of the past five years of my life for awhile now. I wasn't really sure how to do so, until God said..."what about a blog?" Seriously? Well, here I am and here's the beginning of my story.
Jon and I married five years ago. Jon is my best friend, the love of my life, and a man that God brought into my life at the “perfect” time. God began our story together seven years ago at a church fundraiser. I had just finished college and was preparing for graduate school in the fall. He was still in college, in another state, and home for the summer. The fundraiser was to work at Six Flags to earn money for the college department at the church. My friend and I were going to drive over together and Jon needed a ride. “Hey do you mind giving me a ride over to Six Flags? I can get my way back,” Jon asked. “Sure,” my friend, Heather replied. On the way over to Six Flags, typical conversation occurred. What are we doing after school? Are you working this summer? You know those ordinary questions to break the ice. As we were discussing summer jobs, I remembered that the camp that I was helping to supervise was in desperate need of counselors, so I gave Jon my phone number and told him, “give me a call and I will set you up with an interview, if you would like.” The day went on at Six Flags. I was at one entrance and Heather and Jon ended up at another entrance, together.
A few days went by and I did not hear from Jon, so I figured he found a job elsewhere. Shortly after I went back to work at the camp, I received his phone call. “Tiffany?” I replied, “Yes?” “This is Jon. We met at the church fundraiser?” He said. “Oh yes. How are you doing?” “Great. I was wondering if you were still needing male counselors at your camp?” Jon asked. “We sure do. Let me give you my boss’s phone number. Give her a call and set up an interview. Let me know what happens.” I said. Not long after that phone conversation, Jon was up at the camp, interviewing, and then working as one of my counselors. He was such a sweet guy and I loved being around him. Although, I was seeing someone long distance and wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship, I still felt I needed to connect with this man as a friend. Jon and I became, “work friends,” as I like to call it. I was busy with my life and he was with his, but we enjoyed being around each other and doing a little flirting at work. The summer seemed to fly by and I was preparing to go to graduate school and he was getting ready to go back to Oklahoma for school. We gave each other our phone numbers and said, “I hope you have a great semester. Give me a call when you get back in town sometime.” I believe we both were wanting our friendship to move forward, but were afraid to admit it and didn’t want the long term relationship. Especially me, who just broke it off with the other guy. I just prayed and said, “Lord, if this is your will, it will happen.”
I started back to graduate school and he went off to college. Things seemed to being going along fine. I was back at home to save money and drove to and from Dallas for school everyday. My mother was a foster mom and I helped out when I was not studying or was not at school. Life was busy, but great! These children were wonderful learning experiences and I loved it.
I felt you needed to know this before all of the "trials begin"
God has been urging me to share the story of the past five years of my life for awhile now. I wasn't really sure how to do so, until God said..."what about a blog?" Seriously? Well, here I am and here's the beginning of my story.
Jon and I married five years ago. Jon is my best friend, the love of my life, and a man that God brought into my life at the “perfect” time. God began our story together seven years ago at a church fundraiser. I had just finished college and was preparing for graduate school in the fall. He was still in college, in another state, and home for the summer. The fundraiser was to work at Six Flags to earn money for the college department at the church. My friend and I were going to drive over together and Jon needed a ride. “Hey do you mind giving me a ride over to Six Flags? I can get my way back,” Jon asked. “Sure,” my friend, Heather replied. On the way over to Six Flags, typical conversation occurred. What are we doing after school? Are you working this summer? You know those ordinary questions to break the ice. As we were discussing summer jobs, I remembered that the camp that I was helping to supervise was in desperate need of counselors, so I gave Jon my phone number and told him, “give me a call and I will set you up with an interview, if you would like.” The day went on at Six Flags. I was at one entrance and Heather and Jon ended up at another entrance, together.
A few days went by and I did not hear from Jon, so I figured he found a job elsewhere. Shortly after I went back to work at the camp, I received his phone call. “Tiffany?” I replied, “Yes?” “This is Jon. We met at the church fundraiser?” He said. “Oh yes. How are you doing?” “Great. I was wondering if you were still needing male counselors at your camp?” Jon asked. “We sure do. Let me give you my boss’s phone number. Give her a call and set up an interview. Let me know what happens.” I said. Not long after that phone conversation, Jon was up at the camp, interviewing, and then working as one of my counselors. He was such a sweet guy and I loved being around him. Although, I was seeing someone long distance and wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship, I still felt I needed to connect with this man as a friend. Jon and I became, “work friends,” as I like to call it. I was busy with my life and he was with his, but we enjoyed being around each other and doing a little flirting at work. The summer seemed to fly by and I was preparing to go to graduate school and he was getting ready to go back to Oklahoma for school. We gave each other our phone numbers and said, “I hope you have a great semester. Give me a call when you get back in town sometime.” I believe we both were wanting our friendship to move forward, but were afraid to admit it and didn’t want the long term relationship. Especially me, who just broke it off with the other guy. I just prayed and said, “Lord, if this is your will, it will happen.”
I started back to graduate school and he went off to college. Things seemed to being going along fine. I was back at home to save money and drove to and from Dallas for school everyday. My mother was a foster mom and I helped out when I was not studying or was not at school. Life was busy, but great! These children were wonderful learning experiences and I loved it.
I felt you needed to know this before all of the "trials begin"
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