just a few more days and perhaps my health will be back on track. i have high hopes - high apple pie in the sky hopes!
friday will be really hard. it will be one of those experiences i've dreaded since the last time i went through one of those experiences. one of those times that i think i have reached the limit of what i can handle and yet somehow i keep pulling through. i keep mystifying the doctors who work on me when they open me up and see the mess that is my digestive system.
and i'll find that when i wake up i'll see the strength that i lack looking right at me in my sweet husband's eyes.
the strength of the hold he'll have on my hand will pull me through.
the soft touch he'll have when i need help standing.
the gentle smile that he'll have on his face when i need to see it the most.
he'll be there. he always is. and i'll get through it. and i'll be stronger. and the sky will once more be the limit.