One morning a couple of weekends ago I heard a Pastor on the radio say “your afflictions are not to make you weak, they’re to make you strong!” and I thought “WOW!”
When we’re in the midst of our afflictions we are certainly not in the mindset of believing that we will be stronger because of it but in hindsight, the statement from the Pastor is absolutely true!
When we’re deep in grief from the passing of a loved one, we cannot see a day when the pain will be bearable and our minds cannot phantom how we adjust to life without that person but slowly and surely the pain subsides, and we make the necessary adjustments to continuing living because no matter what, that’s what we have to do.
I shared with you all before, when my grandmother passed away, I literally thought I heard and felt my heart break in 2. I was unwilling to be consoled, I was not hearing anything about better days unless they included a miraculous return to her physical body. Six years later, it still hurts but I now know I can make it through anything!
In May 2017 after several years of countless questions without a lot of answers we learned that I have Endometriosis that led to Bilateral Tubal Occlusion which in simple terms means my fallopian tubes are blocked creating infertility the natural way.
This diagnosis was an answered prayer in the sense that I have had numerous doctor office visits, tests, procedures, and sleepless nights wondering what was wrong with me and why weren’t we successful in procreating.
There was a point last year that my iron levels, vitamins b and d levels were so low that my primary doctor considered not letting me drive, the amount of blood that I was losing was taking a toll on my whole body. The doctors said that the cramping that I was experiencing were as intense as labor pains.

However as bad as I was feeling, I refused to lay around in despair, I still worked and volunteered and pushed through cause I am victorious, despite my go through, I knew it would not last and I could not allow this affliction to be a reason to stop doing anything I would normally do. My strength does not come from the vitamin or iron levels, my strength comes from above!

It’s so easy to get frustrated and deterred but I wanted answers and one thing to know about me is when I set my mind to something, I am relentless in my pursuit.

It took the expertise and information sharing of my Primary Doctor, Reproductive Endocrinologist, Ob-Gyn, Hematologist and many other supporting staff members to put together the pieces of my puzzle together in order to give me definitive answers.
The heavy and extended menstrual cycles were the cause of my low levels so getting them under control would limit and possibly eliminate the other issues.
I was ordered to have 10 iron infusions, to 75,000 IU of oral vitamin D twice a week, 2500 mcg of oral vitamin B, and then wait a couple months for them to get into my system when the Hematologist would run my blood levels again, then I would be cleared for surgery.
Pretty simple right? Ha, no! With the infusions, the vitamins, and the newly prescribed birth control pills, my body was angry! I felt worse than ever as far as fatigue, appetite and overall general health.
I remember sitting in my Primary Care doctor’s office and crying for the first time while going through all of this. It was too much! I just wanted to feel “normal,” I needed God to hear my cries.

Prior to my surgery in May, the doctors were all hopeful that the HSG test was incorrect and that my tubes were not blocked however that was not the case but at least I had an answer.

Some people don’t get a scientific answer, but now, we had an answer, so that was good, right?

To Be Continued….