This time last year brought a lot of emotions. You may be thinking that this is when we found out we were having Denver. No, that wasn't until New Year's Eve. Actually, in the Fall of 2009 I found out that I had melanoma, a serious type of skin cancer. After they removed and biopsied the melanoma, they discovered that it had a number of qualities that made it particularly dangerous. The doctors had to do another surgery* to remove quite a bit more skin to make sure that they "got it all." They also needed to check nearby lymph nodes to be sure that it hadn't spread. My dermotologist informed me that my situation was potentially fatal.
How do you go home and inform your husband that you might be dying? How do make that phone call to your parents?
I found out about the severity of the melanoma right before Halloween. I had the surgery on
November 2nd, and then found out the wonderful news that the melanoma had not spread a
few days later. For about a week, though, I went through life wondering if I was dying;
wondering if this would be my last holiday season. I had always wanted a family, but I suddenly
imagined that it might be impossible.
Not only did the melanoma not spread, but just two months later we found out we were pregnant with Denver.
I felt compelled to write this post for a few different reasons. First, to give thanks and praise to God for healing me and blessing us with a son. Second, to encourage anyone who is going through a dark time in their life right now. On November 1st I thought I might be dying. By January 1st, I knew I was healthy and pregnant and my future was brighter than it had ever been.
With God, all things are possible.
*The melanoma had been on my neck, so when they removed the skin, I was unable to move my head for quite a while. It was quite a sight. For a bit of comedy in this serious blog, please see the photo below of me cooking dinner a year ago with some claw thingy (the claw is completely unecessary and unrelated to the surgery. It was just funny):