The worst news for a woman to hear is that she will never be able to have children.
Before I watched the episode of Greenleaf where Sophia had a medical emergency which turned out to be Ovarian Torsion, I had no idea that condition even existed. What is it? It is a condition which occurs when an ovary twists around the ligaments that hold it in place. This twisting can cut off blood flow to the ovary and Fallopian tube. Ovarian Torsion can cause severe pain and other symptoms because the ovary is not receiving enough blood.
The symptoms are:
an adnexal or pelvic mass
severe pelvic pain
For Sophia, it was a sharp pain in her side. She first experienced it when she was out jogging then twice on another occasion. The third time was very severe and she was rushed to the hospital where she was prepped with surgery because she was diagnosed with Ovarian torsion. While on an anesthetic drug, she was talked about how her boyfriend, Roberto wanted to marry because at lunch he told her that he respected her boundaries and could see a future with her. Before going under, Sophia was dreaming about weddings, houses with mailboxes, puppies, and babies.
In Sophia’s case, the cause of the torsion were two large ovarian cysts interfering with Sophia’s organs. The doctors fixed the problem but couldn’t preserve the ovaries. Sophia will never be able to have kids of her own. Her mother, Grace had to give her the terrible news which she did. The scene was heart-wrenching when Sophia broke down and cried. Grace tried to comfort her telling her that she could have children another way-meaning adoption and said something to the effect that God’s got her back. Sophia’s response was to wonder why God would let that happen to her.
As with any unexpected and painful life changes, a person’s faith will be tested and Sophia is no different. It will be interesting to see how this plays out. Will she turn away from God or will she cling to Him? And how would her condition affect her relationship with Roberto? Hopefully, he will stand by her.
My heart ached for Sophia, a young, lovely girl whose dreams of becoming a wife and mother one day were crushed. How many Sophias are out there living with the painful reality that they will never be able to have kids of their own? What do you say to someone who found out that she can never have children? You don’t tell that this was God’s will. Let God tell her that Himself. Just tell her that you’re sorry and be there for her. If she gets angry with God, let her. He can handle it. Don’t quote scriptures to her, don’t try to explain why this has happened to her. Don’t be like Job’s friends. They were more comforting to him when they were silent. Just be there for her.
Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them – Veronica Roth, Divergent
He remembered the day he proposed to her as if it happened just yesterday. She was waiting for him on the train tracks where they met one fine summer day. As he approached, holding the wild flowers behind his back, she turned and smiled that smile that melted his heart. She looked beautiful in the sundress and her hair fell in thick, dark tresses down her back.
Slowly, his heart racing, he walked over to her. Still holding the flowers behind his back, he leaned down and kissed her. Then, he held out the flowers. “Happy birthday, Emily Rose.”
Her eyes lit up and she took them. “Thank you,” she exclaimed, reaching up to kiss him in delight. She breathed in the sweet, fresh fragrance of the flowers. “They are beautiful.”
“I have something else for you,” he said. He reached into his back pants pocket and kneeling down on the dry leaves in between the tracks, he produced a red, velvet box and opened it. He saw her eyes widen. “Emily Rose, I have loved you since we were children but that love changed to what it is now. You are the love of my life–my soulmate. You are my heaven on earth. When I look at you, I am amazed not only because you are the most beautiful girl I know but because everything I have ever wanted or dreamed is right in front of me. When I look at you, I believe that God really loves me because He blessed me with you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving and taking care of you. Emily Rose Carter, will you make me the happiest man on the planet by saying that you will marry me?”
Emily was crying now. In between sobs, she managed to gasp, “Yes, I will marry you.”
After he slipped the ring on her finger, he stood up and picking her up, he swung her around, making her laugh before setting her back down on her feet. He cupped her face and kissed her for several minutes. “Let’s celebrate over dinner,” he murmured after raising his head to gaze down into her radiant, tear streaked face. She nodded and they walked, arms wrapped around each other to their favorite eatery. It was a balmy afternoon.
Over dinner, they planned the wedding which they wanted to take place as soon as possible. They didn’t want a long engagement. They decided to have a fall wedding which was about three months away. Arrangements were made for a vintage country wedding in a church hall. The weeks went by quickly and the day which seemed a long way off was nigh. Then, the unthinkable happened…
Emily and her roommate, Rita were driving home from Emily’s bridal shower when a car ran a red light and slammed into the passenger-side of the car. Emily died at the scene but Rose was taken to the hospital in critical condition. When he heard the news, he was devastated, inconsolable and he lashed out at God. Emily was only twenty-five–in the prime of her life and looking forward to their future together. How could God have allowed this tragedy to happen?
It was the first day of Fall, just a couple of days before what would have been their wedding ceremony, was Emily’s funeral instead. He sat there, stone faced still bitter but no longer angry with God. He had reached the place where he could seek God in prayer and ask him to help him with his anger.
After the funeral, he went home where he remained until the next day when he forced himself to get up and go to work. He went through the day like an automaton, trying to keep it together but a couple of times, he had to go to the washroom and pull himself together as waves of emotions swept over him. He missed her so much. How was he going to function without her? Her beautiful, expressive face filled his thoughts and her winsome smile tugged at his heart strings, making him ache for her.
It was during one of these meltdown moments that he decided that he had to leave New York and move to another state where he wouldn’t be reminded everyday of his loss. It took months for him to get everything sorted out and before he left for Seattle, he visited Emily’s grave where he left fresh wild flowers.
Moving to Seattle was the best decision he made, although, it still took five years for him to recover from his grief. Teaching at the university, going to church and making new friends helped tremendously. His friends invited him out to different venues and he went. It was better than being cooped up in his apartment. However, he made it clear to them that he didn’t want to get fixed up with anyone. The idea of dating didn’t appeal to him. He was quite content to be single.
They say love finds you when you’re not looking. And it did one afternoon when he was walking in the park. It was a pleasant day. The sun was high in the cloudless sky and there was a slight breeze. He went to the lawn flanked by trees and sat on the bench. There was a group of young people playing Frisbee and he watched them. They seemed to be having a great time.
The Frisbee landed close to where he was sitting and one of the young women ran over to get it. She looked to be about twenty or twenty-one–attractive with long chestnut hair which streamed behind her as she ran towards him. She was dressed in a white tee shirt and denim shorts, exposing long defined legs. It was obvious that she worked out.
She stooped down and picked up the Frisbee. When she straightened up, she paused. For several minutes she just stood there, staring at him, making him uncomfortable and then, she approached him, an inquiring look on her face. When she stood in front of him, she asked, “Daniel Miller?”
He nodded. “Yes. Have we met before?” This close, she looked vaguely familiar now.
She nodded. “Yes. We met at my brother’s barbecue.”
“What’s your brother’s name?”
“Mark Brown. I’m his sister, Cheryl.” Just then her friends started yelling and waving.
“Oh, yes. I remember now. You were in charge of the bean darts.”
She laughed. “Yes, I was. And you got the highest score.”
“I got lots of practice from throwing darts. Um, I think your friends are trying to get your attention.” They were yelling and waving.
She looked over at them and then back at him. “I’ll be right back,” she said before bounding off.
He watched as she gave the Frisbee to one of the guys, say something to the group before walking away. It seemed that Cheryl would rather talk to him than continue playing Frisbee with her friends and for some reason which he couldn’t quite understand, that pleased him immensely. When she sat down, he asked, “Are you attending university?”
“Yes, Seattle Pacific University.”
“How long have you been attending there?”
“This coming semester will be my second year.”
“What are you studying?”
“Applied Human Biology. I’ve always wanted to find out how the human body works and why it works the way it does. Plus, I’m thinking of doing a therapy doctoral degree program after I graduate.”
“It sounds like you have your future well planned.”
“Yes, as far as my academic future is concerned. When it comes to my personal life, well, that’s a different story. What about you? What line of work are you in?”
“I’m a director of Communications and Marketing at Companier.”
“You’re from New York,” she remarked suddenly, startling him. “Sorry, don’t mean to be nosy. It’s just that I recognize the accent.”
“You’re right. I’m from New York. I moved here to Seattle almost six years ago.”
“How do you like it here?”
“I like its natural beauty, mild winters and the people. I have more friends here than I know what to do with.”
She smiled. “All very good reasons,” she said. “And I heard that it’s cheaper living here than in New York and other cities.”
He smiled. “That’s true.”
“Are you doing anything later?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“My friends and I are going to the Amusement Center to play their Ultimate Real Life Escape Games. This is my first time. It’s supposed to be a lot of fun. You get to solve real puzzles. Afterwards, we’ll grab a bite to eat. Why don’t you come with us?”
The idea of hanging out with a group of university students, most of them probably ten years his junior, didn’t appeal to him but he wanted to see her again. He enjoyed talking with her. She was so easygoing and he felt completely relaxed with her. “All right,” he said.
She looked pleased. “Great. We’ll be there for seven. I’ll wait outside for you.”
“I’ll be there.”
They talked for a while longer and then she returned to her friends. Shortly afterwards, they left the park. As he watched them go, he felt a flutter of excitement in his stomach when he thought about seeing her again that evening.
True to her word she was waiting for him and he couldn’t prevent the smile from spreading across his face as he quickly closed the distance between them. She looked great in a floral top and jeans complete with low heel sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, making her look even younger. Her face lit up when she saw him and grabbing his hand, she took him inside to meet her friends. They turned out to be a rather nice bunch and he enjoyed interacting with them.
There were two games and they chose the Bourne Mission. The object of the game was to recover the documents and get out of the abandoned bunker undetected. No one should know you were ever here and if you got caught, there was no rescue mission. They had a blast even though they fell short of completing the mission. They made plans to try the Bio-Hazard Room the next time. They went to a family run Greek restaurant nearby where they enjoyed generous portions of delicious food. Lively conversation and laughter flowed late into the night.
Daniel offered to take Cheryl home and she readily accepted. On the way over to her apartment building, they talked animatedly about different things and by the time he walked her to her door, they had arranged to see each other the following day. It was a beautiful sunny day so they decided to go to Woodland Park Zoo where they spent the entire day. They bought food from the food truck and then went for a walk in the Rose Garden. They lingered at the Reflecting Pool and Sculptural Fountain. It was sunset by the time they left.
As they stood outside of her apartment, he knew that he was ready to be in a relationship again. “Have dinner with me tomorrow,” he said and she nodded. He gently brushed her cheek with his knuckles before he walked away. They began dating.
One evening, they took the ferry to Whidbey Island where they planned to have dinner. As they stood on the Deception Pass Bridge as it ran suspended over the swirling water, Daniel turned to Cheryl. He cupped her face between his hands and gazed down into her face. “Before meeting you, I never thought that I could ever fall in love again,” he said huskily. “We may not be each other’s first love but I want to be your last and forever love.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “You are my first love,” she told him. “And my last and forever.”
“I love you, Cheryl,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Daniel.”
He smiled slightly before he lowered his head and kissed her. When their lips touched, he felt a fire stir deep inside him. He felt alive again. He had heard about people feeling fireworks when they kissed that special someone but when he kissed Cheryl, her lips set his whole heart on fire.
That night over dinner, he asked her to marry him. Five months later, they got married in the Woodland Rose Garden witnessed by family and friends. As he gazed into her shining eyes as they danced their first dance, thinking how true the words, God wants to restore everything that’s been stolen from your life. He wants to heal every hurt and every pain. It took five years but God had restored his life and now he was experiencing love and inexpressible joy once again. Very few people could say that they were twice blessed but he was–first with Emily Rose and now with Cheryl.
The woman in the painting with the thick, red curls, heart shaped face and whimsical smile bore a striking resemblance to his beloved Maggie. Maggie…memories of her death was still very painful for him. Ten years ago on the day before her 20th birthday, she drowned. They never found her body.
He would never forget the moment he first saw her. She stood on the Great Hall balcony, a vision of beauty.
“David.” A voice broke into his reverie and he turned around.
His face turned ashen. “Maggie?” It couldn’t be.
She shook her head. “No. Rachel. Maggie’s twin.”
This was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more details, click Here.
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But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ – 1 Corinthians 15:57
This Easter, I find myself reflecting on the victory we have through Jesus which He made possible when He died on the cross, taking away our sins and reconciling us to the Father. Through His death, He destroyed the devil who had power of death (Hebrews 2:14), our last enemy which will be destroyed (1 Corinthians 15:26). One day the righteous will be resurrected and come out of their graves to meet their Lord and those who are still alive when He comes will join them. This is only possible because of Jesus who “died for our sins according to the Scriptures, was buried, rose again the third day according to the Scriptures” (1 Corinthians 15:3, 4).
He will swallow up death forever, And the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces; The rebuke of His people He will take away from all the earth; For the LORD has spoken – Isaiah 25:8
Imagine the day when God Himself will wipe our tears away.
“Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory?” – 1 Corinthians 15:54, 55
We have reason to rejoice and this Easter Sunday, we cab celebrate the empty tomb which could not hold our Lord. He rose on the third day as He promised.
‘God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. There shall be no more death.’ Neither shall there be any more sorrow nor crying nor pain, for the former things have passed away” – Revelation 21:4
One day, we will meet Jesus face to face. What a glorious day that will be. Hold on to this blessed hope until He comes again.
“You’re leaving?” Robyn asked Patrick, her heart pounding and a feeling of dread overcame her. “When?” He had just told her the awful news that he was leaving London and moving to Toronto. The two cities were worlds apart. The thought of never seeing him again was unbearable. They had known each other since she was in high school. He was there for her when her parents died in a tragic hit and run accident. They were on their way to a restaurant for dinner. They were going to celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary. She had made the reservation for them just that morning.
At the time it happened, she was in a café having hot chocolate with him. It was after he took her home and had left that she received the devastating news. When the doorbell rang soon after Patrick left, she thought it was him and ran excitedly to the door and froze when she saw a police officer standing there instead. She felt numb after he broke the news and after he left, she walked stiffly over to the phone. She picked up the receiver and dialed Patrick’s cell number. He answered on the second ring. She had no memory of what she said to him but in about ten minutes he was at the house, holding her as she finally broke down. The pain she experienced then at the sudden loss of her parents was similar to the pain she was feeling now at the thought of losing him.
“I leave in three weeks,” he told her quietly, his expression tense as he studied her face. “I’m going to miss our conversations.”
“Is that all you’re going to miss?” she asked in a trembling voice. The tears threatened to come and she blinked them back. “Our conversations?”
His eyes darkened. “No,” he muttered thickly. “I’m going to miss you like crazy.”
“Then, why are you leaving me?” The tears were rolling down her cheeks now.
He reached out and cupped her face, his heart aching as he gazed down into her face. “Robyn, please don’t cry.”
He must be out of his mind, thinking that he could fly off to another part of the world and leave her behind. How could he when he loved her so desperately? He had fallen helplessly in love with her five years ago when she went to the office to take her father to lunch and he introduced them. He and her father enjoyed a good working relationship and after he retired, they kept in touch. Several times Patrick was invited to their home for dinner.
After her parents died, Robyn and he became very close. He loved her but didn’t know how she felt about him. He knew she cared about him but it could be the kind of love she would feel toward a dear friend. It tortured him to think that one day she would fall in love with someone else and he seized the first opportunity to leave London before that eventuality happened. He chose Toronto because it was so far away. And now, as she stood here, crying, he felt his resolve to leave weakening.
“I can’t help it,” she cried. “I love you, Patrick.”
Groaning deeply and unable to help himself, he lowered his head and began to kiss her, his mouth moving hungrily on hers when he felt her response. She hugged him tightly around the waist and pressed against him as she kissed him back wildly, her love for him gushing out.
The frenzy exchange of kisses lasted for several minutes and then he raised his head to look down at her. “Come with me to Canada.”
She stared at him. “Do you mean it?” she asked. It was hard to imagine leaving the city where she was born and raised but she was willing to leave it for him. She would go anywhere with him. He was her life.
He nodded. “Yes, I do,” he muttered thickly. “I love you, Robyn and now that I know that you love me too, I can’t go to Canada without you.”
Her heart leapt with joy and Canada which just a few moments ago was the place that was going to take him away from her was to be their new home. She put her arms around his neck, her eyes shining. “I never thought I’d be happy to leave London.”
“Before we leave, I want us to get married.”
Her eyes widened. “Married?”
“Yes. I don’t want us to be shacking up. We will get married on Saturday.”
Her head was spinning. He loved her and wanted to marry her before he took her to Canada with him. Her world which had seemed dark and dismal a few moments ago was bright and beautiful again. Smiling through her tears, she pulled his head down to hers, closing her eyes as their lips touched.
Ingrid wished she hadn’t come here tonight. She felt so out of place. The black lace off the shoulder dress looked great on her but she felt too exposed in it and chided herself for not wearing a shawl to cover her back and shoulders. People were milling around, talking and laughing. She stood in a corner watching them, purse clutched in one hand and a glass of mock-tail held in the other.
Why did Amanda invite her to this shindig? The two of them didn’t get along because Amanda was condescending and made it painfully obvious that didn’t like her. She had no idea what she had done to make the older woman so hostile toward her. This is why she was shocked when she received an invitation in the mail two weeks ago. She knew that Seth was the only reason why she was there. Seth was Amanda’s younger brother. Unbeknownst to Amanda, Ingrid and he were seeing each other.
They started seeing each other the day after they met. They met at the company’s picnic and were immediately attracted to each other. He was alone and so was she. He was leaning against the wall, watching her before he walked over to where she stood and introduced himself. They got to talking and then they arranged to have dinner the following evening. Dinner was at a popular French restaurant where they enjoyed a delectable meal before heading to a nightclub. It was a wonderful evening and the first of many dates. Last night when he was at her place, she meant to tell him that she would be here tonight but she never got around to it.
Since she arrived at the party, not once did Amanda go over and talk to her. She was going about the room, chatting with the other guests but she seemed to ignore her. On one occasion she walked right past her to say greet a couple standing nearby. It was humiliating. I don’t need this, Ingrid decided after standing there alone for half-hour. She put her glass down on the window seat. I’m going home. I’m sure no one will even notice that I’m gone. I was really hoping to see Seth tonight but he can come over to my place later.
Just as she was heading for the door, she heard Amanda call for everyone’s attention. After asking people to gather closer she said she had an announcement to make. Curious, Ingrid stood still to hear what she had to say. Amanda invited Seth to join her. Ingrid stared at Seth. When did he get here? She hadn’t noticed him until now.
Amanda looked very pleased. “I’m very pleased to announce my baby brother’s engagement to…Brooke–where are you? Come up here and join us.”
Ingrid felt sick. She didn’t wait to see who this Brooke was. She stumbled to the door and found her way to the bathroom where she dissolved into tears. The door to bathroom opened and she tried to compose herself. She felt two hands on her shoulders turning her around. It was Seth and his face was pale. “You can’t be in here,” she protested. She tried to pull away but his grip was firm. “Please let me go.”
“Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk.” He took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. Curious eyes followed them as they left the building and went to his car. When they were seated in the car, he gave her his handkerchief which she used to wipe her eyes. “I didn’t know that you were going to be here,” he said.
“I meant to tell you last night but I forgot.” The pain was unbearable and she wanted to get as far away from him as possible. It hurt too much to be with him knowing…”Why didn’t you tell me about Brooke?” she demanded tearfully.
“Brooke and I used to date but we broke up long before you and I met.”
“Why did Amanda announce that you are engaged to your ex?”
“That was for your benefit.”
She was confused. “What do you mean?”
“Amanda knows about us. A friend of hers saw us together and reported back to her. When Amanda confronted me about it I admitted that we are in a relationship. She was livid and tried to convince me that Brooke was better for me but I made it very clear to her that I loved you. I told her that I was going to ask you to marry me. She stormed out of my flat and I thought that was the end of it. Then, she pulls this stunt, making everyone believe that Brooke and I are engaged. I should have known she was up to something when she said she had an announcement to make and invited me to join her. I saw her looking across the room at you and the smug smile on her face. When I saw you leave the room, I had to follow you and undo the damage she did.” His eyes darkened on her face and he reached out and held her hands in his. “I’m sorry about what Amanda did. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll have me.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she put her arms around his neck. “Of course, I’ll have you,” she said huskily. “I love you too.”
He reached into his pocket and took out a box. “I was going to propose later when I came by your place but now is a good time, I think. Will you marry me, Ingrid?”
“Yes,” she cried and she drawing back as he took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger. The sun hadn’t set as yet so she could see the ring and how exquisitely beautiful it was. Then, it became a blur.
Seth reached out and cupped her face between his hands. “I love you so much,” he murmured before he lowered his head and kissed her.
She put her arms around his waist and returned his kisses, her heart bursting with joy. Just a few moments ago, her world was torn apart by an announcement.
“The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.”
Today is World Mental Health Day and the theme for this year is Mental health in the workplace.
It is so important for those who are living with mental illness work in environments that are supportive and conducive to their well being and productivity. We spent more time with our co-workers during the week than we do with our families so it helps when employers and managers put initiatives in place that would promote mental health. A negative working environment can lead to physical and mental health problems, drive people to abuse substances, alcohol, skip work or perform their jobs poorly.
A friend of mine was working in a negative environment which may have contributed to her relapse. The last time I saw her, it was obvious that she was not taking her medication. She suffered from bipolar disorder. She had personal issues as well which could have also been a contributing factor. Another woman who used to work in the same department also suffered from mental illness.
You can look at people and not know that they have mental illness until something happens and they have a breakdown. We can’t tell who is living with depression, anxiety disorders or other mental issues. There is still a stigma attached to mental health and those suffering with it may not feel comfortable disclosing their struggles. The platform for them to do so may not be there. This is why World Health Day is observed on October 10 every year to raise awareness and mobilize efforts in support of better mental health.
What can you do to support mental health in your workplace? The Mental Health Foundation offers helpful tips for those who have mental illness and for those who work with them.
1. Talk about your feelings
2. Keep active
3. Eat well
4. Drink sensibly
5. Keep in touch
6. Ask for help
7. Take a break
8. Do something you’re good at
9. Accept who you are
10. Care for others
You can support a colleague by:
Asking the person how they are doing. Be warm and sincere.
Setting a time and place that is most comfortable for the person.
Active listening. Give your undivided attention.
Managing your own feelings. You want the person to feel that they can talk to you about anything without fear of judgment.
If your co-worker says that he or she is having suicidal thoughts or you suspect that they are thinking of committing suicide, it is very important that you encourage the person to get help.
You can keep in touch with co-worker who has been away from work by calling or sending cards. When they return, you could help them to get back into their work routine. For the co-worker who you see on a day to day basis, you can check up on them informally and find out how they are doing. You can offer to help them as a mentor or coach or friendly support on an ongoing basis. You could ask them if there is any way you can support them as they manage their condition such as spotting signs that they may have missed which indicate that they are becoming unwell.
My sister suffers from bipolar disorder. I will never forget the time when she was having a breakdown and she just clung to me. I held onto her. It was heartbreaking. Mental illness affects not only those who have it but those around them. We have to be there to offer them our love, support and whatever they may need. We have to be sensitive to what they are going through.
“We feel alone because due to the illness we have lost loved ones, families, friends, jobs, and it has created broken hearts & shattered dreams. We feel extremely unwanted for something we didn’t ask for and trying so hard to cope with. Believe us, if we could snap our fingers and make it disappear, it would be a wish come true. But that only happens in fairy tales.”
“Those who suffer from mental illness are stronger than you think. We must fight to go work, care for our families, be there for our friends, and act ‘normal’ while battling unimaginable pain.”
“Ignore those who say just get over it. Healing is a process.”
“The only thing more exhausting than having a mental illness is pretending like you don’t.”
“You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.”
“This disease comes with a package: shame. When any other part of your body gets sick, you get sympathy.”
“The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of the world but those who fight and win battles that others do not know anything about.”