Well, I have had a stretch of good days. It started with Friday and lasted until this morning - for now I call that a good run.
This stuff just trips me up sometimes - I have been getting a little down because it feels like my body isn't working right - the kidney stones - a tumor - a soar neck and other little things probably cause by this added stress. So I crying on the subway this morning - reminding myself to Love me - think pink - love me - think pink.
And then as I was coming out of the subway an image flashed in my mind - me laying in a hospital bed - after sugery - and someone was holding my hand as I just am waking up - I thought immediately of Whit - thought the image was more feeling that sensation of someone's hand in mine - squeezing it - but I am not fully awake - and me making a half hearted drowsy - but very grateful smile. Now this little flash is a great comfort because it says to me I will come through the surgery okay and there will be people to be there to hold my hand on the other side. This for me is my first real sign of hope that things will work out - and I am going to hold on to this image - dearly.
The wheels of medicine move slowly. I got to see my GP tomorrow to bring her up to date and I see the gastroenterologist Monday to talk about doing an endoscopy - I am gathering my scans now.
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