All Things Made New.

Hey guys. I had surgery today. They found endometriosis on the underside of my uterus. This is good, because if they’d found it on my ovaries or fallopian tubes, my chances of having children, scientifically speaking, could drop to about 60%. Medically speaking, this was the best possible outcome. If they’d found nothing, I would’ve paid several thousands of dollars in surgery and hospital bills with still no answers, and I would’ve had to undergo more extensive testing. If they’d found endometrial growths on my bowel, my intestines, my bladder, my ureters, my kidneys, or my colon, and tried to burn them off, my chances of internal bleeding, perforation, infection, and future digestive/urinary problems would also go up. In a week or two, I’ll start a hormone regiment to starve any remaining growths of estrogen (the hormone that enables them to form, spread, and grow). 

This is all great, because even in the sickness that, by this physical reality, I am going through, evil still can’t touch me or my dreams or my callings. Jesus is still my healer, regardless of what I see or feel. If anyone would have a right to cave in and believe that God is somehow inflicting all of this upon me, it would be me. This surgery is the 12th I’ve had in my lifetime. That is exponentially more than the average human being. The pain that I’ve experienced every day for the last 2 years…it’s been discouraging, embarrassing, and at times totally debilitating. But, He still healed me on the Cross. Period. The end. The cross was enough, even when I don’t feel it or see it temporarily. Believe He’s good. I do, even when sometimes, it looks like I have no reason to.

Oh, and I had a really good word of encouragement for my post-op nurse. She said she would always remember it :D