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!