Tale As Old As Time

Intense treatment is fully in commense. Though, I've seen no improvement so far, I hold tightly to hope. It's been far too long since my last blog. Things have been so chaotic and busy recently. My pastor and his family are vacationing here in Branson this week, so I'm going to join them for supper this evening. That should be enjoyable. Since I last blogged, my family and my best friend came down to visit me. We were mall rats for the weekend, and I must say that I had fun. I am slightly discouraged by how quickly I tire, but my happiness makes up for my energy. I have missed exercise oh so much, and am elated due to the fact that Doc has given me permission to use the tredmill. Today, I am to be put on the decompression table... again. It's tragic that I've become so accustomed to getting sick. It seems so routine. I can not wait until this is all over. I want so badly to have my health again. My goal for the week is to hold tightly to my faith, rather than avoiding my fears. Perhaps this is what I've needed all along. I do so hope that something changes soon. I'm coming home for the Easter weekend. I am greatly anticipating this event. I miss everyone dearly and look forward to seeing them again. Also, over the weekend, I got a haircut. It's different, but I think I'm starting to like it. Well, duty calls. My neck needs decompressing. *shrugs* God be with you. Farewell my friends.

Editor's Note: In other news, I found black fingernail polish at K*Mart. Perhaps we have a little while before the end...