Mom and I just came from seeing the doctor, as I had this appointment scheduled previously for something else. She didn’t know anything yet. She didn’t see the pics. or the report or anything like that. But, what she did tell me (me and Mom) is I need to get to the “brain surgery place”. I don’t know how to get there. I don’t want to get there. But, I have to. I must. She said I need to get there.
So, that is what I am working on tonight. Speaking it, so it becomes real. She read the report to me a bit but I got nauseous so I realized I don’t need to know all the details. The report listed some of the things it could be – good and bad. I really went to the bad place in the doctor office, but when I get there I take all my strength and say, “Thank you Heavenly Father for my healing”.
I am petrified, but trying to not live in the fear. I am trying to live in the moment. The what-if is what is getting me.
What do I do? Where do I go? I go forward…with all the strength I have within me, and all the strength of my friends and family who are behind me too.
Thank you. Keep the prayers coming as I’m starting to feel weak.