I have had my share of personal struggles while dealing with Justin's long history of "challenges". I just don't always write about them.
Well, let me rephrase that... sometimes I do write them, but I don't hit the publish button. I have plenty of drafts that will not see the light of the computer screen.
I often go back a while later and read those unpublished posts as a reminder that I can survive. I did survive. So I guess they do serve some purpose.
These days... things are looking up. There's a possible solution to some struggles we have been enduring as a family. I am praying that things fall into place and make that possible. Even the possibility of this solution has returned a smile to my face, even if it proves to be temporary.
These days... things are looking up. There's a possible solution to some struggles we have been enduring as a family. I am praying that things fall into place and make that possible. Even the possibility of this solution has returned a smile to my face, even if it proves to be temporary.
I also found a way to save money on test strips thanks to a conversation I had with Hallie the other day. Thanks Hallie!!!
And I have two great kids... but I already knew that :)
Point is... its okay to have these ups and downs. I try to remember that. It doesn't matter how long ago we were diagnosed. It doesn't matter how we look on the outside. His age doesn't matter. Diabetes can knock you on your ass quicker than Laila Ali.
I wrote the following post on April 9th - right after we found out Justin also has a form of Epilepsy.
This day was a little dark... but I survived and I will continue to survive. We all will.
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by anyone except oneself.” ~John Fowles
I never use to question my strength. I knew I was strong. I was not without challenges. Something came up... I handled it. No problem. I knew who I was and what I was capable of. I felt I could take on anything and survive.
These days I question...
I question how much more I can take. How much more I can handle. How much more will I be expected to handle.
I question how many more nights I can go without sleep.
I question how I find myself again.
I queston when I will stop being consumed with guilt and worry.
I question when the next thing will sneak up on me. Will I see it coming this time?
I question my mind. My abilities. Where my hope and spirit has gone.
I even question my faith.
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