Description: Ye gods and little fishes!
Ye gods and little fishes!
I purposely do not read about the things that are physically wrong with me. Why make myself depressed or afraid, it is hard enough just living with everything. But I made an exception today and all it did was make me sick with worry. I had to look my own mortality in the eye and accept the fact that any one of the things that are wrong with me could kill me, and one of them will eventually get the job dine.
It isn’t easy learning to live with illness, every day is a battle in one way or another. Staying positive isn’t easy and every now and then I have to have a meltdown just to let go of the stress and frustration. I don’t like to admit I am ever weak, I want to be strong, and put on a front of strength even if I am falling apart inside. I don’t want to ask for help or need help, but when I am too weak to get up from my recliner without help, it is just one more reminder that I am no longer the woman I was, I