Better

Praise God He doesn't leave us at the bottom for long.

Still dealing with the physical issues. Nothing has changed there. But my dear friend D reminded me to read again what I wrote when I was feeling better - the post about breathing and about how all this is worth it. Funny, it was like reading someone else's words but it did help me remember how much hope it gave me and most importantly, that it IS possible if I'll just hold on.

So I'm doing better today. I found a way to get to church (and not have to drive dui with the meds) and even though my congregation has no clue whatsoever why this health issue is so huge for me (because of the gyn issues and the abuse), they wrapped their arms around me (literally) and let me cry and loved me anyway. That was huge. So huge.

So now Darin and the kids have gone to watch the shuttle launch and I'm sitting at home alone and hurting, but it isn't like it was 24 hours ago. I don't feel as hopeless. And that's better.

Holding on. Praying. Making it through one moment at a time. But at least I am making it. Praise God.