My doctor called on Friday to talk about the results of my HSG test. He, along with the PA who gave us the immediate results, was very surprised that my right fallopian tube was open. When they finished the surgery back in February, they couldn’t see the opening of it at all, so they were convinced it would be blocked, but it wasn’t!
He asked what we wanted to do, and I told him that our biggest goal in all of this was for me to be healthy, and I feel like we are finally there – or as close to there as we will be for now. My body is having cycles without any hormonal assistance, and now we know that both tubes are open. There is healthy tissue on the left side of my uterus, and there is somewhat of of healthy tissue on the right side that leads straight to the open tube. Continue reading “Good News From the Doctor”
As we were sitting in the waiting room, I looked at my hospital wristband where it said, “26yr.” I told my husband I could remember being 16, and at that time 26 seemed so far away. It arrived quite quickly, though. He said, “I bet this isn’t what you thought 26 would be like.” He was right.
My life has not at all been what I expected. I don’t really know what I expected it to be like, but I know this isn’t it, and I’m sure I’ll still be saying the same thing 10 years from now.
It was about a year ago that my doctors started doing tests to figure out what was going on with my body. First they thought it might have been a tumor. When that couldn’t be confirmed, they referred me to the University of Iowa Hospital. They did more tests and figured out that I did, indeed, have Asherman’s Syndrome as a result of a D & C. Continue reading “Hopefully the Last Test”
A few nights ago my husband and I changed our routine a bit.
We normally pray together a few times a week, not counting quick prayers in the morning or at night, and our Bible reading is usually done independently.
We are reading through the book of Isaiah together and praying together every day. We made a list of 11 things that we are going to pray for every day. We want to make this a regular thing each day. Continue reading “Pray Without Ceasing”
“Bold prayers honor God, and God honors bold prayers.” – The Circle Maker
We’ve hosted a small group at our house almost every Wednesday for over a year, and I love it. We have become a family. I love that everyone feels comfortable showing up any time and walking right in. I love that we can be authentic, provide support when things are hard, and celebrate together when things are good.
We decided about a month ago to do a prayer experiment. My husband had just finished reading The Circle Maker (I just started reading it) and proposed that everyone pick something to fast from and one thing that they wanted prayer for. We all then committed to pray for everyone’s one thing every day. Within the first week, one of prayer requests was resolved. There have been a few more since then.
I’ve always known that prayer is powerful, but it has been really cool to have 12 people praying for all of the same things together and to see results.
I’ve been waiting on insurance to approve an MRI since the middle of August, and finally got word today that my insurance isn’t even accepting the requests from my doctor. It isn’t that they are receiving the requests and denying them – they are seeing there has been a request and refusing to even look at it and put it in their system.
To say that I’m frustrated is an understatement. Tonight I was just angry. I was angry at how stupid insurance is (you won’t convince me otherwise right now) and how messed up my body is with still no answers. Continue reading “I Don’t Want to Hear it, but I Need To”
Man. My heart has been heavy the last few days.
It seems like every time I get on Facebook I see that someone is getting a divorce. I know that what I see isn’t anywhere close to the number of people worldwide that are experiencing divorce, and it’s just been making my heart ache.
Divorce hurts. Regardless of when, how, or why it happens, it hurts. It hurts even when Continue reading “Divorce Hurts”
I’m learning how to pray through the Psalms. The idea is to read through one verse or sentence at a time, and pray about whatever comes to mind from reading that section. Tonight was the first time I had tried it, and it was really good. I felt like my prayer was deeper and more intimate than it usually is.
While reading through Psalms 1-5, there was one verse that stuck out to me that never has before. Continue reading “Lifting My Head”
I’ve been thinking about how Jesus prayed lately, and I think I’ve been doing it wrong for a while now.
There are a lot of times the Bible talks about Jesus going off to be alone while He prayed (Mark 1:35, Matthew 14:23, Luke 5:16, Luke 6:12). It seems to simple, but technology has sort of complicated things. Continue reading “The Lonely Place”
My husband and I make a really great team. We are on the same page with everything that matters and most things that don’t (with the exception of his baseball card collection and a few other things:)), but marriage is still a tricky thing.
Before my father-in-law died, my husband’s parents would wake up every morning at 5:00 and pray together. They did that for years. They would pray over their family and friends, over the government, and anything else they felt led to pray for. I admired that so much. I have always wanted to be the couple that would spend hours in prayer together, but so far it hasn’t happened.
Although we aspire to spend lots of time in prayer together, aiming for that much of a commitment can be Continue reading “The 10:00 Prayer”
Last night I was in some kind of funk. It started in the afternoon.
I don’t know what triggered it or why it happened, but I was grumpy and in a bad mood, and I hate when that happens! I hate it because I know that when I’m in a mood like that I’m not nice to my husband.
That’s part of marriage, though. Vows should include something like this: “I promise to love you forever, even when I see the worst parts of you. When you’re a grump and no one knows why, I will remember that Continue reading “I Just Needed To Cry With Him”