An Anniversary of Sorts
Two years ago today
I had my hysterectomy.
The pain and fear that led up to it
isn’t anything I ever want to repeat.
They removed my uterus
and a fibroid the size of a football.
Two years in the making.
Since I’m still having health problems related to it,
One would think that I’d have regrets
or that I’m angry.
Two surgeries later
with few positive results
I have no regrets.
I haven’t had any significant depression
or any suicidal episodes
since my hysterectomy.
My entire adult life was plagued by mental illness
and somehow the surgery set me free
I give ALL glory and honor
for that to
Lately, I’ve been displaying some signs
of possible mania
so we’ve upped my meds…
but I’ll take mania over depression
God changed my life for the better
two years ago today
And he’s going to keep changing it.
I probably would’ve let today pass
without a word…
but I got an email from
the site God led me to
that helped me get through the whole ordeal.
me of the anniversary
and asked if I had some warm fuzzy
story to share.
I would LOVE it if I had such a story to share
of total healing and restoration...
But my physical pain is still rather chronic
Sure, some days I’m whiny and mad about it,
but it is what is.
That email, however, reminded me
of just how far God has brought me…
so I’m taking some time to write this down,
Because, who knows...
maybe this time next year…
I might have even more to rejoice about….