I’m burned out. I was superwoman too many months. Too many years. I’ve wasted too much time. Loving all the wrong people. Caring what other people think. I didn’t realize that I am mortal. That my time here is limited. I want to cherish each day. Love a little more. Live a little more. Hug a little tighter. Kiss a little longer. Dance in the rain. The diagnosis is coming faster than I’d like. October 5, 2015 I may have the answers I’m looking for. Until then, I go to bed embraced in the love of my life’s arms after tucking my sweet little love into bed. I cherish my support system. I’ll take it easy. As easy as fatigue will let me.
Month: September 2015
Lady Killer.
Very few people know my silent battles. They know nothing of the fear within me. I’m so blindingly optimistic most nights. Tonight I’m afraid. I fear death. I fear not living. I fear for my health. Not knowing isn’t the problem. I’m dead certain. It’s taking time to have someone tell me the truth and the outcome. I know all the symptoms. I know the results. I fear for my loved ones. This agony inside of me. I’m afraid of many things but this one thing I fear hearing. Hearing the diagnosis. My lady killer.