Some days offer a bucket half full, others 3/4 full, but rarely is it overflowing anymore.
Put the parking brake on! Time to take assessment of this medical path!!
I will pray, and pray, and pray - and keep shooting medicine into my body.
How could he suggest I needed help? Was my physical condition so far gone we had to pay someone to care for our home? I had a choice.
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?