My baby girl lost one of her ovaries tonight. The ovary and fallopian tube twisted on itself which cut off it’s blood supply resulting in the intense pain, and the beginning of the process of the death of the ovary. It is called ovarian torsion. There is no choice but to remove the dying organ. It was her left one.
When she came out of surgery she was in that sweet sleepy state. She looked at us and said, “How are you guys doing?” In and out of sleep, she would ask about what they did to her and if she would still be able to have babies. I would answer, she would fall asleep and then ask the same question again five minutes later. At one point, she looked up at her male nurse and sweetly asked,”Are you having a good day?” How can you not smyle about that?
She must have said a dozen times,”I feel SO much better!” Each time, like it was the first. Court and I went and got her special things from home to make her next two days a little more comfortable.
So many analogies have gone through my mind throughout the past few days. But I think I’m too exhausted to write about it 🙂 Hugs to all of YOU who have been praying. There is no feeling of discouragement, only exhaustion. God continues to show his unmerited goodness in all of this.
