It's a New Day!

I think not worrying is easier said than done. Do you agree? I still find the scripture above to be encouraging. It reminds me to take one day at a time. I can look forward to and hope that the next day will be nothing but blue skies. The storms can't rage forever right?

I was so thankful to wake up today feeling better than I've felt in a long time. I have energy and am not quite as sore. I was even able to exercise for the first time in what seems like forever. It's amazing how much a surgery can take out of you. This is my second surgery this year so maybe that has a lot to do with it. My first surgery was for a torn ACL, and lots of physical therapy was required afterwords. In the last two months I've started to feel confident again, even though I STILL haven't completely regained feeling in my knee and I'm not sure if I ever will.

Once things started to get back to normal with my knee I started to experience extreme abdominal discomfort and other strange things. I stopped all exercising and wondered to myself could I be pregnant? After ruling that one out for sure they discovered that I had large ovarian cysts. I wouldn't consider myself a worrier but I knew something wasn't right and so did my doctors. As you may have read in a previous post, I went in for laparoscopic surgery just a couple weeks ago to remove the cysts. This surgery for me was much different from my knee surgery because there were a lot of unknowns. So I began to worry in my heart and my mind.

It never ceases to amaze me how faithful God is to me. Even when I'm worrying and struggling to trust. He proves himself faithful. I was taken back alone to prepare for the surgery; my husband was to wait in the waiting room until right before I went in. I really felt ALONE and quite frankly scared. I was having my surgery done at a newly built medical center. I'd never been there before. When the nurse brought me to my room and closed the door behind me I looked up and saw the silhouette of a tree and a bird flying away from it painted on the wall.  This hospital has done a great job decorating the place with a natural, peaceful theme. But I was not expecting to see that. I got chills and was overwhelmed with peace. That's my symbol, that's my reminder, that's what I have on my right wrist. God was reminding me that I was NOT alone, he was right there by my side.

When my surgery was over I woke up to the sweetest man sitting behind me wiping away my every tear. I know it sounds strange but he really blessed me. I'm not sure why I was tearing up, if it was from pain or the effects of the anesthesia. But he didn't leave my side as I was becoming more alert and he stayed there with a tissue ready. When they wheeled me into the second stage of recovery I looked at all the beautifully decorated rooms, not one of them had a tree and a bird. They were decorated with flowers, butterflies and dragonflies. My room was special, it was just for me.

I went to my follow-up appointment last week not sure what to expect. I only knew what the doctor told my husband after the surgery, that my reproductive organs were still in tact and the surgery was a success. The doctor informed me that when they got inside they were very surprised. They didn't see what they were expecting. The very impressive sized cyst, as my doctor referred to it, was hiding. They realized that this cyst was not ovarian. It was a cyst that had been growing for years. Apparently it grew from cells that were left over when I was developing inside my mothers womb. How strange... It actually grew so big it attached it's self to my fallopian tube and squashed my ovaries. This produced the symptoms associated with ovarian cysts. The doctor chose not to take my fallopian tube which means she didn't take the entire cyst. There is a chance it could grow back. I'm believing by faith it won't!

I'm fascinated that a cyst has been growing inside me for who knows how long. I wonder if I will feel different in the days and months to come. I'm curious if things I experienced in the past were because of this evil cyst growing inside me. For example the fact that I ALWAYS have to go to the bathroom!  I'm so blessed that I felt symptoms when I did and that I was spared complications due to cyst movement, pressure or rupture.

I share all of this with you as an encouragement. God is clearly still in the business of performing miracles. No matter what you may be dealing with or going through He cares for you and He is faithful. I leave you with a poem that came to me when I couldn't sleep one night. I know I already shared it when I wrote the post about Calm & Peace but I thought it was fitting. Besides, I realized I typed envelope instead of envelop. I fixed it and hopefully there are no other errors. Don't be a stranger, you know I would love to hear from you!