I honestly came on today with the idea that I would delete this blog. I keep having this inner turmoil about how much I care to share and how much I want to keep private. Somedays I am ready to become a hermit, others I long for company. When I think of all the friends that I once had it's mind boggling. Where are they now? Again, some people who ignored me for years want to now be in my life. That does not work for me. I no longer trust them. There are a few real friends who have hung in there with me but they are the exceptions.
We started to go to church again last August and I am so happy for that. The people are great and I really like it. It helps me.
My health since December has been terrible. I was hospitalized the first two weeks in February with internal bleeding. An endoscopy showed an ulcer on my esophagas. Since then I have battled with anemia and the ongoing stomach issues. A few weeks later I developed gout in my right ankle. To walk was so very painful and the swelling was so bad I have not been able to get into any except one pair of oversized shoes. I saw four doctors for this and the last one gave me some medicine that seemed to help a bit. As though that were not enough to deal with our freezer in the refrigerator went. I had a $250 repair (had to throw out all food) and a month later when it happened again the guy said now the compressor had gone. We had to go out and buy a completely new refrigerator (and of course replace the food for a second time.)
I am fluid around my lungs again. Eventually I will have to be rehospitalized to remove it. I dread that. I have an upper respiratory something going on as well and the inhaler which keeps me breathing causes insomnia. None of this is fun.
On the upside I am still here. Easter will be quiet here, probably with take out meals. I am not up to making big meals. My sister is expected to be here part of Sat. and part of Sun. and will probably go out to dinner with my mother. My son will come over and prepare a vegan dish of some sort. He is faithful with watching over me. I try hard to focus on the good stuff: my husband and my son. Most importantly, I have my faith in God. I don't understand why I must go through this. I hate dragging oxygen when I go out and feeling stared at. Still, I know that there is an order to things, a plan. While I don't understand it, I have to trust Him. He will see me through.