Lately, I have been having a tough time emotionally. Struggling to accept that my healing is not on schedule and trying to figure out what to do financially and job wise. Thankfully, I have friends who are willing to hold my hand during the trauma of the dressing changes. Sharing my pain has made it bearable and helped me be braver. I rarely get out to the mailbox but when I did today, I was rejuvenated! My college roommates had conspired, from three different states, to send me cards & a gift all together. It was so sweet that I cried. And was encouraged. The love and uplifting was felt in abundance. In that same mail was a gift from a band camp friend of over thirty years ago. A little pink bird of hope that I set in the window sill by the kitchen sink. I am a blessed woman. I do not walk alone in this fight. Thank you dear friends!
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 17:09:13 +0000
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