These are my scars
At 32, I face my newest scar. A few weeks ago I underwent biopsies on some precarious spots. I have a small tumor that has abnormal cells surrounding it. I am being referred to a Mohs Micrographic Surgeon. I suppose I should back up and let you in on what I am talking about.
"Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
By the age of 25 I had been suffering sever pain. Over 2 years time I was hospitalized for what we thought was a procedure to remove a ovarian cyst. A 45 minute minor surgery ended up being a 3.5 hour abdominal full hysterectomy. They said it was stage IIII Endometrioses, the second worst case they had ever seen. It called for a removal of all reproductive organs and reconstruction of parts of my intestines and scraping of my pelvic bone.
These scars I hold dear. My God's foreknowledge knew what my future held. He saw it good to give us our babies so young:) By 17 and 20 we had both our babies. Sure we may have given up college scholarships to give them life but they are and always will be our miracle babies! My God is Sovereign!
Undergoing multiple procedures and laparoscopic surgeries for unknown intestinal issues. They would find that I am allergic to all yeast, preservatives and gluten sensitive. Along with an inherent blood disorder at which my blood iron level is over 70%, I can not red meat or consume iron. Still, my God hold all things together. I hold dear my scars that prove My God is my anchor.
The first time they found cancer I was 27. An A-typical freckle was removed. Three months later it would return, this time with vengeance. I was now looking at stage II melanoma. They would cut into the same scar and remove a 4 inch by 3/4 inch section on top of my left trapezius.
By 30 I am told that I have herniated C4 through C7 vertebrae's. Now bulging and the start of degenerative arthritis I am in constant pain.
My heart now holds scars. This last April, my daddy was called home to be with our Jesus he loved so much. Daddy overcame his battle to liver failure by walking into the arms of our Savior. Daddy was 60 years old. My God saved him from the pain and suffering, He is so very good!
I tell you all this only in hopes of brining peace and joy to the broken hearted and the down trodden. Ultimately to brag on my God a little;) This is the story of my scars and the peace they bring me by the Sovereignty of my Savior. My scars I hold dear! Circumstances do not control joy. The One who crafted joy, He holds joy. Take delight in Him as He does in you. You are His special treasure!
Welcome! Marie is a wife, mother of two teens, and a fur baby. Marie and her family live in the north-central US. She is a homeschool Momma, avid outdoors man, and is disciplined in the study of Jewish and Christian Scriptures along with Hebrew and Greek dialect. Marie has been asked for years to share herself, so, welcome to Marie' life:)