I have tried to write for the last two weeks, but thought it might sound like whining. It might still come out as whining however I will do my best to keep the bellyaching to a minimum.

The last two weeks have been a little difficult. I was diagnosed with three more cysts. I had been feeling pretty rough, but just kept going. Bryan and I were out on our precious date night and I had to have him take me home. Now that is serious. I don’t care how bad I feel or how tired I am we never end a date early.

 The next day I called the doctors office to find out that my doctor was on a fishing trip. I was glad for him, but sad for me. He knows my history and being in the medical profession that means a lot to me. I saw the doctor on call that afternoon. She was puzzled and sent me to have an ultrasound. The ultrasound tech walked me with me back across the street and said she needed to talk to the doctor in person. I told her, “This is kind of scary.” She tried to reassure me, but it didn’t really work.

I sat in an exam room while I heard whispers outside. I sat in the room and just reflected over the last couple of months and what God has done with my life. I thought about the children, teachers and parents at The ROCK and how much I love what I do. In a moment the silence was broken and the doctor walked in, you have three more cysts on your ovary. We can operate tonight if you want.

It was all too fast. I looked at her and said,” I am sorry unless it is an emergency I can’t have surgery tonight. My son has a birthday party in 45 minutes and it is his party.” She questioned me on  how I would make it through the party and the weekend, but being a mother herself she understood. I made it through the party and I am making it through each day one at a time.

I saw my doctor today and we are waiting it out praying that the cysts shrink and go away.