These Days...

That's the container that holds the syringe, used to protect everyone from the solution inside it.
But then they inject that into me!

Eat nothing for 15 hours... now drink these warm cocktails made just for you. Bottoms up!

Those square things rotate and stay about a half inch away from your body for about 2 hours. While you lay perfectly still. Imagine how your nose itches when you can't scratch it! Not to mention, when you become the sandwich, no one wants to hear that the machine has been getting stuck.

All this in one day! Day two is more of the same! And then those days determining the next day!



I am feeling better every day. I continue to fight symptoms. I thank God for the many mercies and the rich blessings of life. I am gracious to have received both. My life is delightfully rich made so by all of you. You are the rare steel magnolias. The survivors of a disease that discriminates not against any race, religion, gender or age. It cares not what you wanted to do today or what you had planned for your future. It strikes and there is you, feeling the weight of uncertainty of what-if's but then suddenly there are those who rally around to say, when you need to cry, I'm here, when you're scared to death, take my hand I'll lead you through it. Because as optimistic as one wants to be, those days come. Those moments dawn in your life and every prayer counts, every remembrance of me, and others who have a difficult path... you are heard, it matters, and you make all the difference in the world.