Writing this I feel numb. The words I write don't seem to come. Watching loved ones suffer some more, I am tempted to close the door. Lock it shut. Lock it tight. I don't have the strength to stand and fight. The tears roll down, I just don't care. I feel guilty as they share.… Continue reading Pardon my Poetry
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Marriage: In Sickness and In Health
Two days after surgery, I am uncomfortable, tired and I feel weak. It is rather frustrating and I think 'Wow, you sound so silly and self-involved.' I mean, this is not the biggest, scariest surgery in the world. I am a pro at this operation recovery malarkey now. But I have to admit it. I… Continue reading Marriage: In Sickness and In Health
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