I’ve been battling top to bottom GI issues. So much nausea and diarrhea that Pattie suggested I skip the hour drive to attend Mayo Clinic’s monthly support group meeting. I reluctantly agreed.
Too bad. My new friends there have been exceptionally supportive. GI hell or not, I’m blessed!
Tough slog trying to normalize life back home, yet every minute isn’t bad. A few moments ago I caught myself pain and indigestion-free, gazing off into the warm autumn sun. The lime green and purplish tropical plants surrounding the pool enclosure are still exceptionally bright, giving me hope that I can look forward to a few more warm days.
This is why I reluctantly agreed to a toxic round two. This is why I sat by myself, on that hard, dehumanizing toilet for weeks while I cussed and cried, fighting the pain of an unrelenting gatekeeper, my inflamed stomach lining determined not to let a morsel of food pass by. I was done, finished, ready to quit.
Reader support and prayers helped me get through. Thank God I’m still alive!