tiny voices

I was on my way to work Thursday night and  having a hard busy week. I was tired, stress, and just thinking about all the things that I needed to do for the up and coming conferences. Turning on the radio on Way FM and Melissa and Matt were talking about how God does things and we don't even realize it that he is playing a part in them. Then Mandisas' "Stonger" came on. It's not like I haven't heard it come on before but have you REALLY LISTENED? And it got me to thinking about everything that has happened the past 8 years.

 

A few weeks ago after the PCOS diagnosis, I felt like I was drowning. First the tumor, then epilepsy, the miscarriage, now the PCOS. What next? But after listening to their conversation and truly listening to Her song I was enlightened. Finding out about the PCOS was a God thing. Without finding out about it, we wouldn't know we couldn't have children, why I couldn't loss weight and find the reason for our loss.  I already have an amazing God story from my brain tumor and the seizures.  

Today, I got my 8 year MRI results. Still the same a the day after surgery. One more year down not sure how many to go. I am a stronger person than I was 8 years ago even if the storms seemed impassable until now.

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with Thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6

A new leg

No, I didn't receive a new leg nor did Allen but better yet a new leg to our journey together. If you don't know me I HATE DESPISE going to the doctor. Dentist, optometrist, neurosurgeon, neurologist, internal medicine. You name it , I hate it. They give me the heebee geebees. This time it was one of those appointments that you have to make because you are an adult and being an adult means making an appointment when you need to and of course what do they want every time I go into the doctor. BLOOD. Except this time she took like four time more blood than normal. I think it was a total of 13 tests they were doing. A pint of blood total. The human body has 10 pints of blood circulating throughout but at the end of that appointment I had 9 and a very empty stomach. After that appointment Allen and I decided we were going to change the way we were eating and begin counting calories. So far, pretty good. Doing better that I thought thanks to my handy dandy Iphone!

Anyway... Thursday she wanted a follow up with the results of the rest of my blood work. Thyroid- fine, blood- count fine, hepatitis b and c- no but another issue arose. I have Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome, more commonly known as PCOS. Keeping my composure in the office, I was freaking out. First the tumor, then epilepsy now the PCOS. What next? I wasn't really paying attention when she was explaining what it all was, I guess a mental road block. So, I went to find a book. Of course the only book two stores had was "PCOS for Dummies".

So, if you read my blog and somewhat enjoy it, glad to hear. This new leg of our journey has effected us a lot. Instead of writing about my fabulous cakes, desserts and funny things that happen with Allen and I, it will be twisted a little. About our journey with alternative cooking, PCOS challenges, marriage funnies and yummy desserts just much better for you. Stay tuned in if interested, if not, see you on the flip side.