Day 16 // Hubby is always right!
I have to give credit where credit is due. He was right - and more often than not. I should have listened but hope was guiding my thoughts - hope that my path would be different.
I have to give credit where credit is due. He was right - and more often than not. I should have listened but hope was guiding my thoughts - hope that my path would be different.
Shock was never a word that I could use to describe myself until the day I found out about the cancer.
Occasionally it's a conversation; every so often it's a speech or lecture. And then often it's a phone call from someone who knows you too well (thank you Calena).
Like most things in life having a different experience is a matter of perspective.
The dreaded day arrived with much anxiousness as anticipated. Gia could not be more excited. Me? Well, I had knots the size of cantaloupes inside my stomach!
We’ve all been there - waking up in the middle of the night with a pounding headache, lymph nodes the size of tennis balls, tingling fingers or another ailment with an unexplained origin.
The battle has begun and immunity is at stake. The enemy? The toxic drugs attempting to derail my white blood counts.
At some point modern medicine will have to grant more credence to Eastern medicine and healing practices.
Stepping into the steamy shower, I was apprehensive about washing my hair - and with good reason.
It's 7:30 PM as I type this smiling at how beautiful this July summer day has turned out to be.