‘If you counted me out, You can’t count’ ~ anonymous

October 15th 2020

Pre Op

5:30 am

To make a loooonnng story short, I survived a nine hour surgery, to have a 30lb Ovarian Cyst removed. Oh yeah, and a Hysterectomy. A 30lb Ovarian Cyst removed, And a hysterectomy!? God got jokes.

Anything having to do with my Ovaries, at my age, is quite amusing to me.

I’m sure not as amused as Sarah, when God told her she was going to have a baby.

In her 90’s.

Scripture says she laughed to herself, and said ‘ how could a worn-out woman like me enjoy such pleasure, especially when my husband is old too’ ~ Gen. 18:12 ~ NLT

God got jokes.

The Scan showed, on the Cyst, what appeared to be ‘calcium deposits’ the doctor concluded. Which left him suspicious of possible Cancer, so on to the team of Oncologists I went. Some of the best The University Of Chicago had to offer. Wow was I Favored! A young, diverse team of male and female Cancer Professionals.

‘Where no counsel is, the people fall; But in the multitude of counsellors there is safety’ ~ Prov. 11:14

My surgeon was a woman Gynecologist, specializing in Cancer. I requested a female doctor. Not being sexist of course, but feeling more comfortable and safe with a woman. I would imagine, for obvious reasons.

The weight loss could’ve been the most distressing. I lost a lot of weight. Yet throughout a whole year of realizing something ‘abnormal’ was going on in my body, God kept me in perfect peace.

Oncologist’s job is to find cancer, and they were looking for malignancy.

Real hard.

CT Scan, Ultra Sounds, Blood Tests, (one cancer marker scored high) ~ Colonoscopy, and Endoscopy.

Oh yeah, and 3 covid-19 tests.

Come time for the surgery, I was ready. Ok, Let’s do this God! It’s All or Nothing now.

I was tired of carrying around an Ovarian cyst, the size of three, 10lb babies. Live or die, I was ready.

I survived. A 9hr surgery. ~ Recovering miraculously.

Oh yeah …

and they found No cancer.