This is the post I make every year to celebrate and remember the lives of all of my Teal Sisters. Some I know personally, or have become close to via FB. Others I don't know but we are connected by a Teal Cord.
Sing Oh Barren Woman-Born with a Mother's Heart: My personal journey through waiting for my husband and wanting to be pregnant, being married, diagnosed with ovarian cancer, walking with a stepdaughter through her cancer journey to heaven, facing depression, gaining & losing weight and finding a way to keep my faith and the joy of the Lord.
Saturday, December 31, 2022
Remebering Teal Sisters Gone in 2022
Sunday, March 6, 2022
Grief: Hopes & Dreams
Being overwhelmed made it easy for me to put dealing with the loss of being able to have biological babies on the back burner. I shoved it way to the back of my mind and priorties. I didn't want to face this reality even though every part of me knew it was true. Of course the fact that I had to remind people at doctors' offices and when getting scans and x-rays that "no parts equals no pregnant" didn't help me want to deal with the reality of everything either.
So on April 9, 2013, when the gyn/onc said those life changing words. I made the decision to have the second surgery - confirm the staging of the cancer and take away all hopes of ever becoming pregnant. There was no way I could face my shattering heart at this time. My husband and I focused all our energy into getting ready for chemo and the treatment to save my life. Dealing with the greif and depression setting in would have to wait.
When I first started meeting other survivors I felt like they didn't understand this part of surviving after surviving cancer. It seemed like all these other women already had children or they hadn't ever really wanted children. Me? I wanted to be a mom since I was 15 months old and my first "live" dolly showed up. Even to this day I am still entranced by pregnant women. Newborns, babies and children make me smile, increase my happy chemicals in my brain and relax me like nothing else.
The feeling of being a "different" kind of survivor also made me feel isolated. Wanting to be pregnant and have a biological baby had me upset and depressed. Once again I felt like I didn't belong. I couldn't share pregnancy or birthing stories. I had 2 bonus daughters who I felt like I was on the outside of their lives looking in, just hanging on the fringes. I've felt like this my entire life - always there but not really able to be included.
In 2018 I started seeing a wonderful Christian counselor. We started working on my immediate depression and grief of losing Brittany, my youngest bonus daughter. It took eight months for me to let her start digging into the grief of losing "my babies." Yes, my babies. Those children who I dreamed of forever, who I had names for, who I had dreams for. Those little babies I loved with my whole heart. A heart that was now precariously held together with mental scotch tape.
This grief is difficult to share. Difficult for others who have never experienced this kind of deep heart loss to understand. My counselor is an amazing woman with many, many tools she was able to put in my toolbox.
The first step she had me take was writing a letter to my self at a younger age. I stuggled to write that letter, but did it with tears. I also read it to her, more tears. Since that day, I have shed many tears for the loss of my babies, my dreams and the dreams I had for them. We still are working through this grief, one step at a time. I continue to journal about this loss and do what I can to help fill my hurting, broken mother's heart.
This grief will be a lifelong grief. Just like the other types of grief, it will never completely go away. It will change. Things will always be different and something will always be missing without my babies. I go on with my life, take care of the other babies God brings into my care and pray that one day I'll be a grandma. God's plans are greater. He is always faithful.Saturday, January 8, 2022
Grief: What
Many times we grieve something. Is it the loss of a home after a fire? A car in an accident? For others it could be a limb or mobility.
For me - I have had to deal with grieving the loss of the organs that "made me a woman" and gave me the option to have a baby. Ovarian Cancer took my ovaries, uterus and omentum. Now, everyone knows what a uterus or ovaries are - right? Those are the very important female organs that are necessary for creation of a new life! I mean, the ovaries contain 1/2 of the items that start the whole process!!! The uterus is the safe space that grows the new life for 40 weeks. Kinda need these parts.
But the Omentum? What on earth? Never heard of that before mine was gone! Well, according to sciencedirect.com "The Omentum is a large flat adipose tissue layer nestling on the surface of the intra-periotoneal organs. Besides fat storage, omentum has key biologial functions in immune-regulation and tissue regeneration." Well, now I'm feeling kinda attached to this item! Again, something I probably need, otherwise God wouldn't have put it there, right?
All these items needed to come out to correctly stage my ovarian cancer. Although I, my husband and family joked through a lot of it; I still needed to deal with the anger, grief and issues having these organs removed brought.
First of all - two days after surgery of the removal of my 2nd ovary, uterus and omentum I started FULL BLOWN FORCED MENOPAUSE! Yes, a woman's ovaries are her thermostat regulation devices. No ovaries means very HOT!!!
Next, and for me this was about a year later, I began to realize I hadn't had a period in over a year. As weird as it sounds, I kinda was starting to miss it. I also had phantom pains where my ovaries had been. I knew this happened in amputies, but for internal organs????
So you ask, how do you grieve for bodily organs? I didn't know either. It's a weird feeling to be sad and upset over missing body parts you never saw but were pretty attached to. I mean if I forgot I had ovaries and uterus, I was reminded on a pretty regular monthly basis. Not anymore!
This grief is not something you talk about. Not something everyone may go through. Not something everyone can understand. Trying to explain to people what was wrong when I would start crying for no reason because the thought would hit me "I don't have ovaries" isn't that well received. Walking through the feminie product aisle in the store and your eyes start to fill with tears just doesn't seem normal. So you explain it away as "menopause making you emotional."
For me, just like losing a real live person, losing these organs felt like losing a part of me. Losing what truly made me a woman. These were the parts that could do something no other body parts could make up for - not just making babies, they regulate hormones and keep your insides in the place they're supposed to be.
I'm still working through processing a lot of the anger and grief over losing these organs. As with any grief it is always an ongoing process. Now I have support - a wonderful Christian counselor and several sister survivors who can somewhat understand. It's not easy, and I still tear up in the femine products aisle occassionally - but, that's grief.
Remembering Teal Sisters Gone in 2021
I'm a little behind this year on writing this post (took a trip to Kansas at the end of the year). It doesn't mean this post is any less important than it has been in years past.
Saturday, October 2, 2021
Grief: Who
Who Am I Grieving?
A person, a pet?
Everyone, at some point, will lose a person they love. It’s a given with our sinful nature, with the dying world we live in. Even Jesus is shown grieving for his friend Lazarus. I do love the picture this shows us. Jesus loved his friend. Jesus grieved his friend. The reason we grieve the loss of people in our lives is because we love.
As a Christian, grief can be different. For me, when Brittany died, it was a tough mixture of sadness and joy. It hurt and broke me in pieces and places I didn’t know could break and hurt. Knowing she wasn’t going to be around to talk with, laugh with, celebrate & cry with. Not hearing her voice or her laugh. Not seeing her graduate from college, fall in love, get married, have a family, the nursing career she’d dreamed of. . . That was the deep pain.
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But the joy? The deep joy? That joy came from knowing where
she stepped when she took her last breath on earth. We had heard her, only 3
days earlier, confess with a strong confidence who she was going to see when
she died. She believed with her whole being that Jesus was her Savior and He had been with her through every storm and
fire she faced. My joy came from knowing she was in Heaven, walking streets of
gold, sitting with Jesus.
I’m not trying to say grieving a loved one, especially a 19-year-old daughter, is easier as a Christian. What I am saying is at the end of the day, whether good or bad, I know for sure when I die, I’ll see Brittany again.
For me Brittany’s death also did one thing I wasn’t really expecting. It sent me farther into depression I hadn’t recognized I had. It also showed me I needed some help. I started with talking to a couple friends I knew struggled with depression to see if I really was dealing with depression. Next, I found a good Christian counselor. This counselor is also the person who helped me see there was more to my grief picture than just grieving Brittany.
Brittany's loss, just like when I lost my grandparents and the loss of all my Teal Sisters, will always be a part of me. Grief will always be there. I think about Britt every day. What would she be doing, what stories would she be telling us from work. How many families would she have comforted by now, how many children would she have bonded with through their shared experiences? How excited would she be as her big sister's wedding day is getting closer? How many races would she have gone to with her dad? How many sticker wars would we have had by now on messenger? Would she be happy that her dad and I joined the rest of the world and finally got "real" cell phones? How often would she be texting me?
Each day there are ups and downs. Smiles and tears. That's how grief for someone you love works. That's how the rest of my life without Brittany will work. . . .
Sunday, August 1, 2021
Grief
Grief – it’s a big topic and not one many people want to
talk about. Almost everyone experiences grief. Most of the time it is for
someone you love who passes away, but have you ever stopped to think of the
other things we grieve?
For Christians, it can be tough to feel like you’re walking through a dark valley with no one around you. We struggle. We know that our loved one is in heaven, healed and whole. We also know that we want them back with us because we miss them. We know we will once again see them when we, ourselves, get to heaven. We also know that we miss them EVERY second of EVERY day. We hate that life goes on without them. We live with that gaping hole in our lives, events, and hearts.
We need to start talking about grief, sharing about grief and making it a normal part of our lives. Over the next few posts, I’m going to dig into my own grief. Share each part of my grief journey in each area that I grieve. Hoping that by doing this, I’ll be able to start people talking about grief and making it less of a taboo subject – in the general public and the church.
Sunday, May 9, 2021
A Mother's Heart
What is a mother's heart? How do you know if you have a mother's heart? Why does God give women a mother's heart and then not give her children to mother?
These and so many other questions come to mind most days of my life, especially since April, 2013. I even have had times of wondering if I truly do have a mother's heart.
Over the past couple years, working through things with my counselor, I have come to realize that I definitely was born with the heart of a mother. Not just a mother, a mom . . . mommy, momma. From the day I received my first baby doll I have mothered. From the day my parents brought home my first baby brother - I have mothered.
What makes up that part deep inside, that inborn part, the heart that makes someone a mother, a nurturer? Not just someone who loves babies. Who loves snuggles, who can't get enough of the scent of a newborn's head. But someone who is a true nurturer, caretaker and connects with children and others on a level that takes patience, humbleness, empathy, and a number of other inborn skills. My mom and both grandmas had mother's hearts. My mother-in-law as well. Maybe this is where my deep desire to have children, biological children, has come from.Break forth into joyful shouting and rejoice, she who has not gone into labor [with child]!
For the [spiritual] sons of the desolate one will be more numerous
Than the sons of the married woman,” says the Lord. (AMP)
These are my cousins, nieces, and just a few of the other children I have had the pleasure and honor of having in my life. There have been so many others.
















