A Direction

After the consultation with the neurosurgeon, I can't say I have answers, but I have a plan. According to the neurosurgeon, I do have spinal cord contusion. There isn't anything that can be done about it surgically, so we will begin more vigorously approaching the treatment I am already undergoing in hopes that it will heal. When I say vigorously, I mean intensely miserable. Today has been my first day in a long four weeks of intense treatments. If in four weeks, the symptoms do not begin to deminish nor do I begin to show improvement (God forbid), I will have to see the neurosurgeon for more extensive testing. I do so hope that this treatment is the answer. It would be so wonderful to be back to my old, healthy self again. The future is my saving grace; it overcomes the worries of these present trials. My family is coming down to visit me, here in Missouri, tomorrow. That should be thoroughly enjoyed. Tonight, I plan to eat as much as my body can hold, watch Star Wars: Episode II, and fade gently away into my dreamland. No matter what troubles come my way, no matter what pain or numbness I must endure, I keep in mind that I live the good life. I pray daily for those who are going through similar situations but do not have the same comfort, support, or strength. Never forget to smile. Even as our world spins in chaos, and our hope seems clouded by our fears, a smile can brighten even the gloomiest of days. I find myself again in this familiar state of unknown contentment. Thank God for what you have, and do not give up, no matter the task. Perhaps it seems as if I am rambling, but if there is someone out there who can find comfort in the thoughts of an average girl making her way through life, it would be wrong of me not to share them. This is my conviction, this is my quest... to seek contentment, to find happiness. I only hope that I have not lost you all completely. May God bless you dearly. I bid thee farewell.