On the way home from yet another doctor appointment yesterday, I pulled the van over on the side of the road to talk to God.
I won't bore you with a transcript of the entire conversation, but I will tell you that I begged God to make my period start.
Sounds crazy, I know. But I was desperate. The pain of almost 4 months without one had become more than I could take. And the doctors? They have no answers for me. Or at least won't have any answers until the 28th of this month.
So I broke down and asked God for help with the Ol' Ute. I told him that I had faith that he was listening.
As I drove away, I wondered if he was laughing at me for asking such a thing, but Ihad faith that he understood where I was coming from and why I felt desperate enough to ask for such a thing.
When the doctor asked me yesterday the last time I had a period, I said March 26th.
When I see my endocrinologist at the end of this month and he asks me the last time that I had a period, I will say "July 9th- the day that God answered my prayer."







I am praying for my period to arrive as we speak.