We skipped a day. But woke today to big surprise,
Happy hearts day! My secret to a happy heart forms the acronym, SAG Sag stands for surrender. Oh how many tears I have cried, usually in church, working on the painful process of surrendering my loved-ones, especially the boy. But doing so an then watching how wonderfully wonderful. The next is A for accepts. I think off all the things I've thought i deeply wanted, expectantly in relationship, only to disappointed and discouraged. As i accept what is, i get to enjoy the moments as the come. And lastly is G, gratitude, is right up there with forgiveness and a superpower! Live is fleeting, humans are eternal Its always the time to SAC.
Yesterday I couldn't do much more than struggle this uncomfortable bed to call the nurse, struggle to situate myself i bed after using the bathroom, and literally until the next interruption, My being so sleepy caused by the Ativan for nausea and anxiety. It could be from the humongous cocktail of chemicals flowing through my body. Besides thyroid hormones, Andy are vary wary of medications, We tent to deal with stuff as I was raised - at the cause.
Today I woke to two squeeling nurses to were excited a marked in my white blood cell count. Since admitted they gone from less than .1 to nondetectable, to .1. Mine are at .6. You talk about an answer to prayr specifically!!The normal white bood cell count is 4 -11. So we still have away to gobut I am erey ecourage.
Thank you for alll the prayers.
Andy the love -i have been covered in it. xoxo
My Rock!
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