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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise  A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge. This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby. Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog. I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh. For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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| I know. You're not supposed to laugh at people. My mom and my grandma taught me that. But sometimes it's impossible not to laugh. I haven't stopped laughing since early this morning. A local media person was reading the teleprompter...and not well. She got to the name of a book that someone local wrote. The book is called From Heartache to Bliss. Easy peasy, right? Nope. The news lady called the book... From HEAR...TA...CHEEE to Bliss. Seriously. HEAR...TA...CHEEE instead of Heartache. I hope that I can find a video clip. I want you to laugh as hard as I did  "My Favorite Neighbor"  "Sharing Sunshine...It's What I Do!" "Admirable Women" "Whose Work Are You Stealing?" "The Potter's Cup and Saucer" |
It appears that I have not given a recent update about the health of the occupants of our house. I do think that the medication that I am taking for my breast cancer is doing its job to shrink the tumor. I pray that continues. My son appears to have swollen lymph nodes. His primary care physician thinks that it is an infection, supposedly, but he has been scheduled for a biopsy. But here's something. My son, at age 40, might have to have both hips replaced. Yikes! He'll know for sure about that probably about the same time that he learns the biopsy results. Keep us both in your prayers, please. While you are at it, pray for my hubby too. Our primary care physician told him to see a kidney doctor back in April and he keeps rescheduling appointments. |
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