The Dreaded Hysterectomy

I finally did it. I had the hysterectomy.

Now I have to deal with the grief of not being able to have children with my husband, but I don't dare cry. To sob right now would surely hurt too much either physically or emotionally.

I'll put it off for as long as I can, or maybe I can remain numb long enough to look the other way until the sting has passed me by.

The hollowness cancer leaves behind is dwarfed only by the never-ending threat of life ending.

Yet, there in is the irony.

For what is human life without dreams and hopes, and the assurance of a better day that is still to come?



God, I pray for Your hand to be upon my life continually, and that You will reveal answers to my questions in Your time and according to Your purpose. There is a method to the madness on this earth, and I am trusting You to always be in control of it all, and on Your throne.