Unlike others seven days of the week has a whole different meaning for me as I battle this illness trying to live each moment
Monday the start of the work week for me is the first day of fear after the weekend when everyone is home as I try to stumble through the house alone
Tuesday the day begins again and the nurse arrives to give me a check up and see if anything has changed after she leaves I cry a little
Wednesday I usually have a friend drop by to spend some time with me and get to go outside and see the beautiful sky, the flowers and watch the dog play
Thursday the nurse is back again once again to check on things after she leaves again I cry a little more and pray alot
Friday my appointment day the visit to the therapist to learn how to react to dying with out getting depressed as well as tests, scans and see the doctors
Saturday I wake knowing I have a day with my family my husband at my side we pick up my grandson even though I can not lift him anymore seeing him brings my heart joy
Sunday the Seventh Day I pray for strength as my husband helps me to get ready for church and I pray for the strength to make it through the whole service
Finally after dinner with my family at nights end I lie down to rest and pray to God for another seven days
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