Yeah I've Cried Those Tears Before…

Last Wednesday afternoon was my last day watching Danica.  I’ll admit I shed a tear or two.  My days now feel lost not watching her.  This evening, when her and my brother came over to watch the Cowboys game was the first time I’ve seen her since Wednesday.  It seems like she’s grown.

The pain is out of freaking control.  I can’t handle it.  I don’t want to have to attempt to handle it anymore.  The pain knocks me out and then I get yelled at for sleeping so much.  I feel a mental breakdown coming on.

I need to schedule an appointment with my neurologist.

I wish I could be the person who falls asleep at 10 at night and gets up at 6 in the morning.

As of right now, in this moment, I don’t want to give up.  I don’t want to end this fight.  However, I am close.

I don’t want to miss the milestones.

I want to see Danica and Adrian grow up.


Get married.

I don’t want to miss any of that.

However, I feel my days are limited.

But, don’t cry, the fight ain’t over!


et cetera