rubberduckie
Registered: July 2008
Posts: 88
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A simple page to celebrate my healing. Not too many details because it wasn't about the physical issues, but the faith issues. I only allowed DH to take one photo at the time, it was a terrible old digital camera, so it made it a bit challenging to scrap with the low resolution.
No elements or paper to credit. Fonts are Times and Perpetua.
Journaling:
Fall 2003 ~ Six months after my son was born I went in for a check up with the Ob-Gyn. I’m not sure why the doctor wasn’t available that day, but I ended up seeing the nurse practitioner. She noticed my glands were swollen near my thyroid, which kicked off weeks and months of tests and procedures. Words like cyst, tumor and
malignant being tossed around. I remember clearly a phone conversation with a nurse as she encouraged me to let go of nursing my son so that I could make sure I’d be around for all the years to come. It’s hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you hold back tears from that conversation, even more so when there is a lump in your throat that is not supposed to be there. I clung to what little faith I had at the time. I prayed, even when I could not find the words. God was faithful, as he’s always been, despite my faith was barely that of a mustard seed. He saw me, heard my prayers and delivered me. Only a faint scar remains on my skin, but the promise in my heart is deep today. I’m thankful that my God is the same yesterday, today and forever as it says in Hebrews 13:6 and that he restored health to me and healed me of my wounds, as he promised in Jeremiah 17:14.
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