A New Kind of Something

Recently, in my quest for health, we have been exploring the possibility of syringomyalia, fluid leaking into my spinal cord. We're still not entirely sure if that's what it is yet, but the symptoms do fit and we're running out of possibilities. Though, this particular diagnosis is far from promising, it would be nice just to have some answers to these neverending questions. I somehow manage not to worry or be anxious through all of this. I can tell people are praying for me, because if they weren't, there is no way I could be this strong. I've been getting ahold of friends back home recently, via telephone. It's nice to talk to them. I miss everyone so much and can't wait to be back. I am returning on Friday, for a visit at the least. For now, I am here in Branson, still trying to piece together the puzzle of my defects. I think we're getting closer. Let's hope so. I suppose that is all I have to say for now. I keep a smile on my face, because I know someday things will be better. And even now, things could be so much worse. I love you all! God bless each and everyone of you who lay eyes on this blog. I leave you with this warning:

I'll be back...