I really don't know how to start this. It's a continuation of the last blog, so I'll start assuming you have read my prior entries.

I'm not freaking out any more. I chose life. No, that's not a misspelling or misuse of the past-tense verb “chose”. I mean it. I chose life. Last night.

And no, I wasn't contemplating ending my life.

In order to ( Read more... )

I probably don't look it yet, but I'm starting to freak out.

I watched my grandson for my daughter about three weeks ago. He couldn't go to the daycare because he was sick, so I agreed to watch him. Well, I got sick, too, but I got hit in more areas... It started out with a big knot in my abdomen - I couldn't pass anything, then I couldn't breathe ( Read more... )