(We're also linked with Wedded Wednesday, on the awesome Messy Marriage site.)
Today's word is DOUBT.
I am going to make it. I am not going to let this kill me.
There is no room for doubt.
The week that was, was dreadful. I thought I'd hit the basement, but the pain and nausea elevator kept going down, down, down, and I never realized that throwing up could hurt so much.
Nor that I could be so weak on my knees (Weak on my feet? Not that day; crawling was all I could do, and the dogs were horrified.).
And, pardon the directness, that I could lose so much blood that quickly. (My service heeler, Ladron, needed a bath, which she did not like. So did her pal PITunia JezeBULL. She doesn't like baths either...teach then to stay out of the way when I'm puking!..but maybe that's why they were horrified.)
Things are bad enough that I cannot afford doubt, I cannot afford to be reflective and sentimental. If I'm going to have half a chance, I have to be ruthlessly single-minded., now more than ever.
Yes, this blog will continue; it's my duty and my desire to document this.
But I am determined that there will be a happy ending. There are miracles, and if God's tarrying, I'm gonna squeeze it out of Him.
A bit shorter than usual...having a wee bit of trouble keeping focused, and hitting the right keys...in this suburb of hell, I was pretty scared.
Now I'm pretty mad. I don't like what's happening, and if attitude and determination can win out, I am going to survive.
One day at a time, one minute at a time.