I am thankful...for this happy ending.

Well, I know I promised more photos of Austin's birthday, but I have been a bit distracted with a crazy week. I normally might be hesitant to put this personal of a story on the blog- but am so thankful for God's very specific answers to prayer that I feel like I must.

This week I started having some pain on my lower right side that felt similar to pain I had experienced 5 years ago when i discovered I had endometriosis (that I had surgery for in 2005). So I went in and they did an ultrasound to see if they could discover the source of the pain...and told me that I was pregnant...with twins. Whoa. BUT that it did not look good- there were no heartbeats and I had bled so it seemed that I would miscarry. Then later that afternoon they called and said that my pregnancy test was negative...in fact so low it was definite I was not nor could have been pregnant. But they were worried about what it was they saw on the ultrasound- so they said they would probably need to have a minor surgery this coming week to see what it is and to probably remove it.

SO- this created quite a mix of emotions- from thinking I had this mysterious pain to possibly being pregnant with twins (both exciting and rather overwhelming) to knowing I am not pregnant but have a mysterious thing inside me. I was rather annoyed at the thought of having surgery (not as anxious as I normally get for some reason) but definitely praying a lot. This all happened on Thursday. On Friday I got a call back from the doctor asking me to come back in Saturday for another ultrasound and probably to schedule the surgery for next week.
Usually I am rather negative and pessimistic about my health- since it is an area that seems to follow me with this issue or that. However, this time I really felt like I should pray that on Saturday the thing would be gone. I felt calm, not especially hopeful but not too anxious.

Well, they did the ultrasound and the technician stopped halfway and said- "I need to go get the doctor". Well, this made me really nervous. But he came back in, looked at the screen for a minute and said "Good news! It's gone". I teared up just at the exact answer to prayer that it was and knew that the Lord was being good to me. The doctor still is not exactly sure what happened- he said it probably was some kind of blood clot that just happened to look like twin embryos. Neither he nor his colleagues had ever seen anything like it.

So, there is no need for surgery or really any other medical treatment. But I am really thankful for the Lord's sweet reminder that He takes care of us and does answer prayer. He might not have answered in that way and He would still be with me, but as Thanksgiving approaches, I am very thankful for not just my health but the specific ways the Lord showed goodness to me this week.