This is a very personal and sensitive topic but I still want to share it because it is SO amazing. 

It all started last April 24, 2 days before I was scheduled to go to Manila after almost 2 months of working in Iloilo. I noticed that my period came 4 days ahead (it comes at least a day or 2 ahead or behind, but never 4, so it was really noticeable and that’s why I remembered). 

To cut it short, I went back to Iloilo the week after that, and back to Manila again after a few days, and again- back to Iloilo on May 29th and I still had my period! I knew it wasn’t normal, but I wasn’t alarmed UNTIL I experienced a very heavy bleeding that I only used to see in movies when someone has had a miscarriage. 😂

[This paragraph contains very gross description so you can skip this] I had bled out almost a handful of blood which I can easily compare to dark red jellos because of its color, texture, and thickness.

The following day, my bestie accompanied me to Iloilo Doctor’s Clinic in Robinsons (Google suggested there’d be an OB-Gyn that day!). 

We went in and saw my very first OB in my entire life. She requested for some tests and within te same day, we found out that I had a thick endometrium lining and follicular cyst in my right ovary.

The following day, I went back to see her, this time, in Medical City. She checked the ultrasound result, the CBC result, and my pad (you know!) and was very alarmed at how heavily I bled that she requested me to be admitted immediately for a D&C and biopsy. 

And guess what I did? I refused. I sought a second opinion from my friend’s OB a day after that, just in case she would suggest a different procedure. 

Obviously, I dreaded D&C! My family and friends weren’t too supportive of me though. I was alone in that desire to not have it, and it stressed me too much that I had to give in and agree on having it done. 

Since I didn’t get a go signal from my cardio-pulmonologist (who I think scammed me LOL) already a week after I was advised to have a D&C, and i remembered my OB telling me I might need a blood transfusion because of the amount and length of time I’d been bleeding, plus my mom constantly bagdering me to come home, I booked the soonest flight available and messaged my sister to come pick me up at the airport (to my mom’s relief). 

I got home late Saturday evening, June 15. Early the next morning, I got up early to go to church with my fam. Pastor was surprised to see me in church because my mom kept asking them to pray for me and my pending medical operation in Iloilo. I told him why I decided to come home and after the church service, I approached the altar and asked the elders and Pastor to pray for me, the procedure, as well as the biopsy result. The entire church prayed with us. I went home feeling more confident about the operation. 

The following day (Monday), my mom accompanied me and we were only supposed to go see an OB-Gyne but went straight to ER (I still had the admittance request from my first OB in Iloilo). The ER doctor requested for a repeat CBC, telling me that the Iron supplements I’d been taking all along couldn’t have been enough to sustain and I might need an immediate blood transfusion. 

When the result came out—no surprise, the numbers were low, but thank God, it wasn’t critically low that she then requested for a repeat ultrasound instead and told me that I can go home. 

After 3 days, I had another ultrasound done, and the result had a big difference from the one taken in Iloilo City. My endometrium was thin, the right ovary isn’t too big like last time, although there were progressions with the ovarian cysts. 

By Saturday evening, I WAS NO LONGER BLEEDING. After almost 2 months! I can’t put to words how amazing that was. I was beyond relieved, overwhelmed, and overjoyed!

And the best thing— I went to see the OB-Gyn this Wednesday, and I was told I no longer need a D&C! 😭 I needed the biopsies done though, so I had it done and am just waiting for the results. We’re hoping and praying for a favorable outcome. 

So this post is all for God’s glory. If you haven’t had a very serious medical condition, don’t wait until God shows you how awesome He is before you believe that He is the best Healer in the land.

So I really wanted to share this story because Jesus’ name needs to be declared with all gratefulness, love, and honor. 

I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason. My favorite Bible verse is Ecclesiastes 3:1: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven”. Although we’ll never know the reason for all this, I’m sure 98% is for me, and the rest is for the people around me, maybe even for you, who took time to read this very long post!

PS. Please forgive any punctuation, grammar, or spelling misses. Laptop’s in Iloilo and it’s hard to compose and edit using my phone browser.
PPS. Thanks to my mom for constantly praying for me, worrying for me, with matching pa-guilt-trip. My officemates. My friends. Everyone who prayed for me and even pledged their blood donations for me. Leo who visited me. Rutsy who was with me as much as her sched can allow and helped me make a sound decision. Sissums and our love-hate relationship and was very paient with me.