Hi, all! I forgot to mention a few things last week:
1) My companion was able to spend the entire Friday in San Diego! Her convert was sealed to her husband in the San Diego Temple and was able to attend. The ceremony was beautiful, she said, and the couple was beaming! I can't wait to accompany Sarah Stark and the Macias family to the temple when they're ready. I know the temple brings blessings beyond comprehension.
2) I held a tarantula.
This week was definitely the most stressful, painful, and agonizing week I've ever had. More on that in a bit!
I received a super amazing package from mi madre that included a little extra cash to use for a nice lunch for my companion and me! I took her out to Carino's for a quick lunch, and it was so fun. Again I filled up on bread, but that's okay. We celebrated a great start of the week. Sister da Silva's headaches were nearly gone and we had gotten a lot of missionary work in the first few days of the week! What could go wrong?
WARNING! WARNING! EVERYTHING CAN GO WRONG!
Thursday was awful. I don't think I've ever been in so much pain. We couldn't do the service project we had planned because I was curled up in a fetal position trying to hold back tears. We had a few appointments, but we had to come home in between every single one so I could rest. Finally, deciding I needed to just stay home, Hermana Brown and Hermana Babb came over. Hermana Babb wasn't feeling too well, so we stayed home as Hermana Brown and Sister da Silva went to work. I experienced hot flashes, chills, sharp pain, dull pain... Everything. I was so excited to sleep so I could drift away into sweet oblivion...
Friday we decided that I still was a disaster so the Hermanas came over once again. I had called my mission nurse and she told us to keep her updated, but rest was probably all I needed. We had lunch together as I tried to control the pain. All of a sudden, every yucky feeling in the world overtook my body and I lurched forward in pain. I was so frustrated and so uncomfortable, I couldn't hold back my tears. My body was weak and my mind was so fuzzy. My companion called my mission nurse again and we were told to get to an Urgent Care immediately. On the way to Urgent Care, my mission nurse called and told us to go to an ER instead. I'll spare you the story of the ER experience because it was horrific and I have a few bruises from where they tried to draw blood. After blood work and an ultra sound, I was diagnosed with an ovarian cyst.
I was prescribed nausea medication and painkillers in addition to an appointment with a gynecologist. I can't really do much: no sharp movements, no lifting things, no physical exertion. I rested all weekend, but so did Hermana Babb! We wrote a rap for our Zone, we drew a cartoon for President and Sister Mullen, we choreographed a dance to Ode to Joy, we napped, talked about movies we'd like to watch... It was great.
My Zone Leaders are super grossed out with what's going on with my body, but they're so good to me and bought me a chocolate cake the day I was diagnosed. I received a priesthood blessing from my District Leaders and have received nothing but support and love from those I serve with. I'm so grateful for all those around me and for Heavenly Father for giving me such wonderful friends!
My district has come up with some great puns this past week:
"Cystiscally speaking, we had a bursting week!"
"Be percystic!" - our District Leader, Elder Biegel, who thought that was a word.
"I am ovary it!"
"We incyst on helping you!"
We have received a lot of acystance this week from the district!
We even named my cyst. Cystillia!
I love all of you!!!
No love in mortality comes closer to approximating the pure love of Jesus Christ than the love a devoted mother has for her child. - Jeffrey R Holland