Fatigue.

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. 

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.