Aug 30, 2009 10:25
...and with the first breath, I knew I wasn't dying.
Just last night, Ben had called his parents to ask them if they'd help out should I take a turn for the worse.
It's been hell - weakness - so weak I couldn't get out of bed, convulsion after convulsion, painful bruises, prepared me for losing the family I love so much. (Rather personal) Ben bought a porta-potty for me because the distance to the bathroom was too far away. And one day, coming back from work, my husband fell asleep twice.
But come dawn today, I called the kids in to tell them I was on the upswing. Tears started falling, until I had to fall back and rest. The weakness is coming on me again, but I'm back.