I am a fake
I am not tough enough. I write blog posts that make it seem as if I have it all together (at times) and honestly, I am far from it. I am at a hard spot right now. There have been some complications in the surgery and once again, I may end up back in the hospital. This will make it three times in three weeks. I have snotted and cried and called out to God so many times, I'm sure he's wanting to change his name to Joe. I don't understand why things happen as they do but they do. I am showing you my stuff here. Last night, after crying through bouts of nausea and pain, J held me. I couldn't help but think I was a burden...that he didn't sign up for "this". He reassured me that I was his joy and not even close to a burden. I have blogged years now and some of you have been with me from the beginning. I have tried to reveal the real me but at the moment, the real me is a sniffling mess. I am holding on to the positives though. I have a husband that ...