Another Nine

Sometimes trials are funny.  Nobody really wants to struggle in life, nor do they typically ask to have a rough time (granted human stupidity often gets in the way, but oh well).  Some trials, though, help to define a person, build character, faith, and relationships. My most valued trial in life has been the development of asthma.  I know, it sounds weird, but being an asthmatic has broadened my perspective so much and it has become such a part of me that, as long as it's under control, I wouldn't give it up for anything.

I always have thought of my asthma as an added obstacle to overcome- like when you're playing pinochle with a bad hand and you're on the verge of winning the game.  This past week, though, I've discovered I have another junk card in my hand.

As mentioned here, I've had a few struggles with recovering from having a baby.  I've been on numerous trips to the doctor to try and solve the mystery of why I have been in pain since my child was born.  My latest trip was to a new OB who was able to put the puzzle pieces together.  Obvious to him, my pain is caused by Endometriosis.  Upon hearing this news I became overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions: gratitude to know what's causing the pain, then shock, then fear.  Endometriosis is a chronic disease and has a reputation for causing infertility as it progresses. 

After the initial wave of shock, and a few hugs from family members, I decided that this wasn't a bad thing.  The pain is currently manageable and the doctor is working with me to try and slow down the condition.  Should the worst happen I'd be a few organs short, but alive and still able to enjoy living.  I have accepted this new information about the body I've been given and I plan to make the best of it.