camphigrades
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- Mar 26, 2013
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It appears this thread isn't used anymore, but I want to add my testimony in the hope that it might encourage someone...even a lurker (like myself, most of the time). I've been reading through these and some of them are very encouraging and faith-building. FYI, in my testimony I mention a few "female issues", but I keep it as vague as possible; nothing in so much detail that I think it would bother any male readers.
I've been a believer all my life. Raised in a Southern Baptist church and "saved" as a young child. I never really had a relationship with God, though...just went to church and called myself a Christian. I did not develop a true, personal relationship with Jesus until I was in my 20s.
When I was 28/29, my husband and I finally got to a place financially where we felt ready to be parents. I'd been having terrible "female" troubles for years (and especially in those recent months), so I saw my gynecologist, who did some blood tests which revealed that hormonally, my body was in early menopause (I was only 28!). He did an exploratory surgery which found stage 4 endometriosis, a massive ovarian cyst that he drained and had biopsied (he was worried, but it turned out benign), and a mottled uterus surrounded by a lot of fluid that should not be in my pelvic cavity. He said it "looks like a bomb went off in your pelvis". After all that, he said he would start me on Lupron injections for 6 months to try to lessen the endometriosis, and then refer me to a fertility specialist, because without fertility drugs/treatments, I had a 0% chance of conceiving. He gave me a 30% chance of conceiving with all the treatments & drugs.
I didn't feel peace with any of this. Lupron treatment is very difficult and miserable, and not without risks. And I didn't want to even begin thinking about fertility treatments. I felt God strongly pulling at me to give my diagnosis to Him, and to believe for complete healing. Coming from my Southern Baptist background, healing seemed possible, but unlikely. God had a lot of work to do in me to change a lifetime of wrong believing about his will to heal. At the same time, I'd been watching The 700 Club daily, and their frequent testimonies of healings were what convinced me to go head-first into seeking healing from the Lord. I postponed the Lupron injections. It was May, and I told God, "I'm going to look to you for healing of endometriosis and infertility over this summer. I'm going to give it until fall, and if I'm not healed or improved by then, I'm going to assume you want me to do the Lupron injections."
All that summer, I prayed. I got into the Word for the first time in my life. I began being led to story after story in the Bible about women being healed of infertility (there are some very obscure ones). I had never been taught to speak the Word over myself, but God led me to do it during our times together. I spoke healing passages from Psalms and Isaiah out loud over myself every day. I began to believe it was going to happen. My church friends thought I was crazy. Whenever someone would ask when I was going to start Lupron, I'd say, "I'm holding off on that...I'm praying for God to heal me completely." And they'd go silent. They'd stutter around and end up saying, "Oh...okay...um...well, I'll be praying for you."
In the meantime, my symptoms intensified greatly. From the time of the surgery in May (and my decision to hold off on treatment and pray instead for healing), I began to have cycles every two weeks. This was awful because it was proof I wasn't ovulating, but in addition to that, I had horrible symptoms of hormonal imbalance...hot flashes, unbearable migraine headaches, and intense pelvic pain. Each time a cycle would start way too soon, I'd press further into God and continue praying for healing. Despite the symptoms intensifying and the condition getting worse, I felt more and more sure He was going to heal me.
Then one day in late August, I started another cycle, again two weeks too soon. When I realized it, I broke down completely. I knew that the excruciating migraine and pelvic pain would be upon me soon and would stay for the duration of my cycle. I was devastated, and hit a low that is inexpressible. I fell to my bedroom floor and sobbed my heart out to God. I sobbed and sobbed, asking Him WHY was it getting worse rather than better when I'd been believing for and praying for healing with all my heart? I suddenly felt an urge to get my Bible and open it. I did, and I looked down to see these words in 2 Kings 20:5: "I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; surely I will heal you." It hit me hard. At that moment, I knew. I knew that not only would God heal me, but that it was done. It didn't matter what things looked like at the moment. It was a done deal! This was a turning point for me. I responded by ceasing my crying and beginning to praise God! I sat there and praised God, thanking Him for his promise to heal me. I thanked him that it was done! I could not stop smiling.
The excruciating migraine and pelvic pain did still come, and it stayed for the usual duration. But this time, I didn't let those symptoms deter me from believing that I was definitely going to be healed. I got through those days and continued holding on to the promise God gave me. A couple of weeks passed, and for the first time in months, I didn't have a new cycle start after only two weeks. I knew something had happened. I waited. September came, and my first full-length cycle in months came to an end. From that point on, I had completely normal cycles, both in duration and spacing. And amazingly, for the first time in my life, I began having pain-free cycles. No cramping, no pelvic pain. It was all gone. I had NEVER had pain-free cycles at any point in my life, but now I did. I KNEW I was healed!
Sure enough, within a few months I was pregnant, and not much longer than a year after my healing from endometriosis and severe hormonal imbalances, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. He is 11 years old now (all this still seems like yesterday, though!). I went on to have another son without any problems at all, who is now 7 years old. I've told them all about how God made their births possible by healing me, and how very special they are. I still get overwhelmed when I think of how God led me to seek healing by His mighty hand, and how wonderfully He did it.
I bask in Hannah's words in 1 Samuel 1:27, which are my own as well: "I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him."
I've been a believer all my life. Raised in a Southern Baptist church and "saved" as a young child. I never really had a relationship with God, though...just went to church and called myself a Christian. I did not develop a true, personal relationship with Jesus until I was in my 20s.
When I was 28/29, my husband and I finally got to a place financially where we felt ready to be parents. I'd been having terrible "female" troubles for years (and especially in those recent months), so I saw my gynecologist, who did some blood tests which revealed that hormonally, my body was in early menopause (I was only 28!). He did an exploratory surgery which found stage 4 endometriosis, a massive ovarian cyst that he drained and had biopsied (he was worried, but it turned out benign), and a mottled uterus surrounded by a lot of fluid that should not be in my pelvic cavity. He said it "looks like a bomb went off in your pelvis". After all that, he said he would start me on Lupron injections for 6 months to try to lessen the endometriosis, and then refer me to a fertility specialist, because without fertility drugs/treatments, I had a 0% chance of conceiving. He gave me a 30% chance of conceiving with all the treatments & drugs.
I didn't feel peace with any of this. Lupron treatment is very difficult and miserable, and not without risks. And I didn't want to even begin thinking about fertility treatments. I felt God strongly pulling at me to give my diagnosis to Him, and to believe for complete healing. Coming from my Southern Baptist background, healing seemed possible, but unlikely. God had a lot of work to do in me to change a lifetime of wrong believing about his will to heal. At the same time, I'd been watching The 700 Club daily, and their frequent testimonies of healings were what convinced me to go head-first into seeking healing from the Lord. I postponed the Lupron injections. It was May, and I told God, "I'm going to look to you for healing of endometriosis and infertility over this summer. I'm going to give it until fall, and if I'm not healed or improved by then, I'm going to assume you want me to do the Lupron injections."
All that summer, I prayed. I got into the Word for the first time in my life. I began being led to story after story in the Bible about women being healed of infertility (there are some very obscure ones). I had never been taught to speak the Word over myself, but God led me to do it during our times together. I spoke healing passages from Psalms and Isaiah out loud over myself every day. I began to believe it was going to happen. My church friends thought I was crazy. Whenever someone would ask when I was going to start Lupron, I'd say, "I'm holding off on that...I'm praying for God to heal me completely." And they'd go silent. They'd stutter around and end up saying, "Oh...okay...um...well, I'll be praying for you."
In the meantime, my symptoms intensified greatly. From the time of the surgery in May (and my decision to hold off on treatment and pray instead for healing), I began to have cycles every two weeks. This was awful because it was proof I wasn't ovulating, but in addition to that, I had horrible symptoms of hormonal imbalance...hot flashes, unbearable migraine headaches, and intense pelvic pain. Each time a cycle would start way too soon, I'd press further into God and continue praying for healing. Despite the symptoms intensifying and the condition getting worse, I felt more and more sure He was going to heal me.
Then one day in late August, I started another cycle, again two weeks too soon. When I realized it, I broke down completely. I knew that the excruciating migraine and pelvic pain would be upon me soon and would stay for the duration of my cycle. I was devastated, and hit a low that is inexpressible. I fell to my bedroom floor and sobbed my heart out to God. I sobbed and sobbed, asking Him WHY was it getting worse rather than better when I'd been believing for and praying for healing with all my heart? I suddenly felt an urge to get my Bible and open it. I did, and I looked down to see these words in 2 Kings 20:5: "I have heard your prayer, I have seen your tears; surely I will heal you." It hit me hard. At that moment, I knew. I knew that not only would God heal me, but that it was done. It didn't matter what things looked like at the moment. It was a done deal! This was a turning point for me. I responded by ceasing my crying and beginning to praise God! I sat there and praised God, thanking Him for his promise to heal me. I thanked him that it was done! I could not stop smiling.
The excruciating migraine and pelvic pain did still come, and it stayed for the usual duration. But this time, I didn't let those symptoms deter me from believing that I was definitely going to be healed. I got through those days and continued holding on to the promise God gave me. A couple of weeks passed, and for the first time in months, I didn't have a new cycle start after only two weeks. I knew something had happened. I waited. September came, and my first full-length cycle in months came to an end. From that point on, I had completely normal cycles, both in duration and spacing. And amazingly, for the first time in my life, I began having pain-free cycles. No cramping, no pelvic pain. It was all gone. I had NEVER had pain-free cycles at any point in my life, but now I did. I KNEW I was healed!
Sure enough, within a few months I was pregnant, and not much longer than a year after my healing from endometriosis and severe hormonal imbalances, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. He is 11 years old now (all this still seems like yesterday, though!). I went on to have another son without any problems at all, who is now 7 years old. I've told them all about how God made their births possible by healing me, and how very special they are. I still get overwhelmed when I think of how God led me to seek healing by His mighty hand, and how wonderfully He did it.
I bask in Hannah's words in 1 Samuel 1:27, which are my own as well: "I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him."
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