Some girls grow up with dreams of being a doctor or a teacher. I just wanted to be a mom. My mom and dad never had a problem with fertility. They had five kids, no problem. I was always healthy growing up, so I just assumed it would be the same for me.
I fell madly in love with my (now) husband Greg almost instantly and got married in June 2013. We always talked about wanting a family together, and since we were both young, we decided we would wait 2 years before we started trying.
In March of 2014, at a conference here at church, I received a prophetic word, “Never doubt, because there is a child of promise for you.” I looked at the man and said, “Like, a baby??” And he said “Yes.” I said “oh okay, thanks!” But deep down thought he was crazy. First of all, we’re not trying to have children right now. And second of all, nothing is wrong with me. Or so I thought.
Though I thought he was crazy, I suddenly didn’t feel right about taking my birth control anymore. I immediately stopped that month.
After only a year of marriage, Greg and I started to feel like now was actually the time to start trying. After a few months of experiencing some whacky cycles, I started to reach out to some family and friends. “Why am I not pregnant yet?” Everyone told me “Oh, it takes time for the birth control to get out of your system! Don’t worry!”
After another couple of months with no luck, I made an appointment with my doctor. They ran a few tests, and because my testosterone was elevated, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. Basically, it was going to be very hard for me to conceive. I was devastated. At this point, I’m a young woman with hopes and dreams of being a mom one day, have always had a clean bill of health, and having kids won’t be easy for me?
I was put on all kinds of medications, changed my diet, spent my lunch breaks exercising… but ultimately saw absolutely no signs of progress.A couple of months later, I decided to see another doctor. I didn’t feel like I was getting the answers I was looking for from my other one. In my first appointment with this new doctor, I sat in his office, with tears running down my face, telling him my story and that I had PCOS. He performed an ultrasound and gave me some news that totally shocked me. He had found 2 large cysts on my left ovary.
The doctor didn’t seemed alarmed by it. He reassured me and told me that the cysts were easily shrinkable with birth control. And if I would agree to go on it for one month, I should be good to go from there. I agreed and started the birth control. I was encouraged! Finally, some answers. I happily took my pill every day and couldn’t wait to go back to the doctor and see what happened.
Exactly 4 weeks later, I had another ultrasound done to check on the cysts. They were still there. And hadn’t gotten any smaller. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and the doctor immediately calmed me down saying, “Don’t worry! It actually normally takes 2 months of birth control to shrink these suckers down. I just brought you in after one month in hopes it may have worked faster. Don’t worry. Take another month of birth control and by the end of the second pack, they’ll be gone.”
I ended up calming down and made my self at peace with the fact that I would at least have to wait 1 more month until I could try to have a baby. I faithfully took my pill again every day for another 4 weeks. Round 3 of ultrasounds, and the screen lights up and I see my left ovary. Still with two big cysts attached. My husband Greg was with me this time, holding my hand. My heart sank. I let go of Greg’s hand and began to cry. Again. They sat me up, and this time, I could tell the doctor was just a little perplexed. We walked to his office and I sat down. He said, “Alright, sometimes, cysts can be “non-active,” which means that they are just there doing you no harm. Because they didn’t shrink, I’m thinking this is what they are.” He said that since they are inactive cysts, that he could now put me on a medication that would help me ovulate. I was so excited. A few weeks later, just after the doctor thought I would ovulate, he sent me in for blood work to confirm ovulation. A few days later, I get a phone call from the nurse at the doctor’s office. With a calm voice, she stated that the results were in and that they were able to confirm that I “indeed did not ovulate,” and that I should hear from the doctor shortly about the next steps.
Once again, as tears started to well up in my eyes, I calmly said, “Alright, thank you so much for getting back to me.” And hung up the phone. I called Greg sobbing. Asking him and God, “Why?”
Through this whole process I remembered the prophetic word I received a little over a year prior. Before we were trying. Before I ever knew this would be an issue. I clung to that word everyday. Though I didn’t see the results I wanted, I knew that God loved me and I knew he had not forsaken me. I knew His Word would not return void. I knew he was in control, leading me and guiding me every day.
About a week later, the fertility doctor gave me a phone call. Along with testing to see if I ovulated, they tested my hormone levels again. He let me know that my testosterone was extremely elevated and that because I didn’t ovulate, he’s pretty sure that what he thought were cysts were actually tumors and he advised that I get surgery to remove them as soon as possible.
A month later, I went in for my scheduled surgery. A few hours later I woke up and was informed that the tumors that were removed, were most likely cancerous and therefore, they needed to remove the entire affected ovary. I was devastated, but ultimately felt a peace that I knew was from God.
Exactly one month after surgery, I went back to the doctor, and my hormones had returned to normal levels. The surgeon confirmed that the tumors removed were not harmless cysts—they were cancer.
I woke up on a Monday morning at 5:00am and figured I would give the whole pregnancy test thing a try. After so many negatives, I really didn’t think I would ever see anything else. And sure enough… A POSITIVE. A very faint one at that, but it was there. I yelled for Greg to come give me a second opinion. And he saw it too.
It still feels like a dream. If I hadn’t gotten married at a young age, if we hadn’t received that prophetic word that made us start trying for kids sooner than later, we may have never found the cancer in my body, and I may not be alive today. Jesus knew what he was doing all along. He delivered me from a very rare cancer. I’m now 27 weeks pregnant with a perfectly healthy baby girl, Eleanor. Our promise child.