So losing all my hair was more traumatic than I thought or it was the tipping point that set of three days of emotional turmoil. I spent most of those days crying for some reason but I don't know why. Maybe the visible sign (lose of hair) made everything more real.
I am hearing stories all the time now...some full of sorrow and some full of hope. I cannot be anything but positive because I refuse to give in to this monster inside of me. I have every plan to come out of this better than I have been for a long time. It is the only way I can handle this. I am the stability for my grand kids and I am the one that feels the burden to teach them about the tender mercies of God.
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