Chris and Trish Adoption
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Hi friends! Hi family! And hello future friends!
Trish here, and here is our story.
Chris and I have been married for six years now. And we’ve wanted to add to our family for a while. Giving birth, adopting, however God would bring our family together. Neither of us come from families who have adopted, but it has always been a, let’s call it a “God nudge” to adopt. Trying to conceive took a little longer than expected, so off to the doctors we went. We tried some medicine, ran some tests. (And let me tell you, whoo, the fertility journey is not for the faint of heart.) We went back and forth so many times, do we keep trying to conceive, or do we adopt? Having both of us answer that question with the same answer, on the same day, at the same time, good luck. We prayed. We asked a small group to pray, and we continued to gather information.
On Tuesday morning, October 22nd I was on my way to work when my doctor called. I pulled over as she began to say, “I hate to tell you this on the phone, but…” And she said it. The “C” word. I asked her to spell it. Adenosarcoma of the uterus. I politely told her thank you, hung up and called Chris. And I remember telling him in a calm voice. “Well, it’s not great news, but it’s going to be ok.” We didn’t know anything else. Not what stage, not what the treatment would be. Nothing other than cancer and “I’m so sorry.” And then, I drove to work.
No tears came. I didn’t know if I was in shock or if “peace that passes all understanding” was happening. I told one of my best friends. She prayed and we hugged. And by the end of the day, I did what they tell you not to do. I googled. It turned out that in most cases, my cancer was probably one of the best to get. The fix, a hysterectomy. Usually no chemo or radiation needed. At least what I could see from google. Pretty good news, I thought. We waited another day for the oncologist to call. We still didn’t know anything officially. We got the call Thursday afternoon for an appointment two weeks out. The. Longest. Two. Weeks. Ever. The doctor appointment came and confirmed what Google had told us. But no plan was put in place just yet. A few more tests were needed. We widened our circle of encouragement and prayer. And at the end of that two weeks, we had our answer. A hysterectomy. Meaning, I would not birth my kiddos.
During this time, telling each person, each group of people, we have felt God’s amazing peace. Some of my closest friends have pulled me aside and said “ok, it’s me. How do you really feel?” (And thank you by the way, I know you care.) To which we have reassured them, really, we’re at peace with this whole journey we’re on. Chris and I have had numerous conversations about feeling that God has us in his arms, and we are walking along the path He has set before us.
Surgery is over. And wow! We are so unbelievably blessed with all of you! Thank you for the calls, txts, cards, meals, and prayers. We have felt loved and encouraged every step of the way. Thank you for that! We now look forward to the next phase of our journey. Finding our baby! (And eventually babies.) We know that God is in control and that He will bring our family together in a beautiful way.
Trish here, and here is our story.
Chris and I have been married for six years now. And we’ve wanted to add to our family for a while. Giving birth, adopting, however God would bring our family together. Neither of us come from families who have adopted, but it has always been a, let’s call it a “God nudge” to adopt. Trying to conceive took a little longer than expected, so off to the doctors we went. We tried some medicine, ran some tests. (And let me tell you, whoo, the fertility journey is not for the faint of heart.) We went back and forth so many times, do we keep trying to conceive, or do we adopt? Having both of us answer that question with the same answer, on the same day, at the same time, good luck. We prayed. We asked a small group to pray, and we continued to gather information.
On Tuesday morning, October 22nd I was on my way to work when my doctor called. I pulled over as she began to say, “I hate to tell you this on the phone, but…” And she said it. The “C” word. I asked her to spell it. Adenosarcoma of the uterus. I politely told her thank you, hung up and called Chris. And I remember telling him in a calm voice. “Well, it’s not great news, but it’s going to be ok.” We didn’t know anything else. Not what stage, not what the treatment would be. Nothing other than cancer and “I’m so sorry.” And then, I drove to work.
No tears came. I didn’t know if I was in shock or if “peace that passes all understanding” was happening. I told one of my best friends. She prayed and we hugged. And by the end of the day, I did what they tell you not to do. I googled. It turned out that in most cases, my cancer was probably one of the best to get. The fix, a hysterectomy. Usually no chemo or radiation needed. At least what I could see from google. Pretty good news, I thought. We waited another day for the oncologist to call. We still didn’t know anything officially. We got the call Thursday afternoon for an appointment two weeks out. The. Longest. Two. Weeks. Ever. The doctor appointment came and confirmed what Google had told us. But no plan was put in place just yet. A few more tests were needed. We widened our circle of encouragement and prayer. And at the end of that two weeks, we had our answer. A hysterectomy. Meaning, I would not birth my kiddos.
During this time, telling each person, each group of people, we have felt God’s amazing peace. Some of my closest friends have pulled me aside and said “ok, it’s me. How do you really feel?” (And thank you by the way, I know you care.) To which we have reassured them, really, we’re at peace with this whole journey we’re on. Chris and I have had numerous conversations about feeling that God has us in his arms, and we are walking along the path He has set before us.
Surgery is over. And wow! We are so unbelievably blessed with all of you! Thank you for the calls, txts, cards, meals, and prayers. We have felt loved and encouraged every step of the way. Thank you for that! We now look forward to the next phase of our journey. Finding our baby! (And eventually babies.) We know that God is in control and that He will bring our family together in a beautiful way.
Organizer and beneficiary
Crystal Silvas
Organizer
Huntersville, NC
Trisha Gilbert
Beneficiary