Do you?

At a young age, I knew I wanted children of my own someday.

I forever bugged my mom to let me serve in nursery, even when it wasn't technically my turn. Flipping through old photos, a random baby is often on my hip. It did not matter whose baby- I was a magnet.

We were enjoying a sunny day at the family cottage in Newaygo. What started as dull ache in my side turned into sharp pains. With a male teenage cousin looking at me strangely, I remember laying in the grass contorting myself for relief.

Nathan and Justin were left behind with Grandpa and Grandma, and the three of us started the hour ride to Butterworth emergency room thinking I had appendicitis.

I don't remember much, but two things about that night stand out.

There were a gazillion different doctors coming in and out of the room. Not to sound crass, but try being thirteen with 6 male doctors staring at your lady parts. One was holding forceps. Wide eyed, I remember asking my mom what the heck those were for.

We were there for a really long time. The clock on the wall glitched when it got to the number 10, and skipped forward by the time the second hand cleared 11. I watched it circle for hours.

Once appendicitis was ruled out, an ultrasound revealed that I had a mass on one of my ovaries. Since the tumor was solid and had "feelers", the official prognosis was ovarian cancer.

I was admitted and the OR was booked for the next morning to remove one (or possibly both) ovaries.

A specialist was consulted for a second opinion in the morning, and the ultrasound pictures were sent to him for guidance. He agreed with my prognosis, but recommended holding off on surgery until he could see me due to my young age.

The appointment was set the next week, and we headed home to wait it out.

Phone call after phone call came in during that week from people wanting to offer help, prayer, support.

My mom cried a lot; I couldn't understand why.

I felt fine.

Our church organized a special prayer time, pleading with God for a miracle on my behalf.

1 Timothy 5:22 Do not be hasty in the laying on of hands...

One week later, the mass was gone.

No medical explanation.

That is why I believe in miracles. There is no way to explain how or why the tumor disappeared.

I know with all my heart that God can miraculously heal my child; I am praying without ceasing that He will.

My appointment is Monday at 5pm (meaning I will probably have the procedure around 6-ish). I go first for CVS to rule out genetic abnormalities, and then for a diagnostic to check fluid levels/ fetal growth.

I will have the results of chromosome 13, 18, and 21 within the first 48 hours, the rest take about 10 days.

Please pray that the fluid levels are back to normal and nothing else is wrong with this baby. We love it so much already.

Thank you, as always, for praying for us when we sometimes can't.