Since my diagnosis…1 1/2 years ago…I have struggled with the day to day tasks. Putting on undergarments and pants takes fifteen minutes. I’m only 47 yet I feel 100 years old. So much pain. It is constant. Consistent. Never ending. I wake every morning at 3am. Then I have to try to sleep till 8am. My struggle. My life.
I am scared about the surgery because I have no idea what my recovery will be. How can I afford to be out of work for six months to a year?
I am constantly referring to this quote. I need to consistently remind myself of what this is. What I need. How much patience to have. It is a daily challenge.
My job is challenging and stressful. Yet I am grateful for the support from my coworkers and my bosses. I need to have faith all will be ok. It’s hard people. A constant test of strength, perseverance, drive. I have no idea how I’m going to make it through. Somehow I do. That’s all I have today readers. Life and writing are a work in progress..,(just like me)😘
The writer in me...Her imaginative ramblings.. 
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