So I wake up this morning and realize, the events of yesterday were not a dream. More like a nightmare, but that's not it either. This thing is real. How real? I'm sure that if I don't know more today from the MRI, I'll know it by early next week.
I've already made the decision of what I am going to do. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I have spent most of my life fighting against things that were wrong. Things that are so negative.
I have spent a lot of time with the why me's and why is this happening and poor pitty me and whatever else kind of feel sorry crap I could muster up. Well, I know that the good Lord only gives you what you can handle. I know, that no matter what goes on, I have HIM in my corner. Oh, and don't forget that little bit of a Southern spitfire.
I really don't think this cancer knows who it started a fight with, but I'm already warning it, that it will have a new mudhole stomped in it's ass.
With all that said, I'm fixin to get ready to go get this MRI done.
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