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.
This is how God made me, designed through the genetics passed down from generation to generation on my mother's side and my father's side.
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
This is not an easy decision. I prayed over it, talked with Greg about it, and researched more than my brain could stand sometimes.