It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up. It’s the first thing I feel. I can’t breathe, there’s a pressure in my upper chest. Is it the disease, or anxiety? I wish I had a Xanax to answer that question. What does this diagnosis mean??? Do I get the hearing aids, build the addition, do the remodel? Should I liquidate everything David doesn’t want of mine (while I am able) so he doesn’t have to? For sure update my legal documents. Other than that, I am frozen and don’t know how to proceed. After spending hours upon hours trying to find a doctor, we hugged. “Maybe this is just some horrible mistake.” I said, and we both let ourselves be buoyed by that possibility. But even if it isn’t this, it is something. I’ve told everyone I want to know for now. I appreciate the “I am so sorry’s, I love you’s”. I don’t know if I should rally against the will of God, which I have to assume this is. I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask…
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