This morning was rough. For me. For Ken (who is probably tired of being my caretaker: first through cancer and now this).
He never complains. Quite the opposite. He cries with me and feels helpless; this morning, he drove me to the scheduled doctor appointment since I couldn’t.
Several of you have commented, “Thought it was the gallbladder.” Two doctors now have said that it is not.
I’ve also been asked if these are panic attacks. They are not.
I’m doing my best not to get discouraged. The whole way home from the appointment today, I sang harmonies with Megan who is singing “Rely On Me.” Not as exuberantly as usual , but I sang my heart out anyway.
Then, I met two new singers for my next song. I’ve gotta focus on the good things in my life.
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