Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Pretty Little Liar

I try and put on my best face and best attitude and say that all that matters is that I have tried my best.  Perhaps I am just a pretty little liar, as the night moved on to night sweats, body aches, fatigue so bad it was hard to reach for water and an upset stomach the endless word chronic came crashing down.  The truth is, I have no idea what is in store, all I know is this time it all seems more difficult because I left someone behind.  This illness is filled with sacrifices and lessons and joy and misery.  Somedays you have it all in perspective and are the fighter and then there are times that you surrender to the grief.  You don't give up or stay in that place of sorrow for long, but to ignore it can do more harm than good.  You acknowledge it, and move on...tu me manqué.
Sunrise over Lake Michigan 

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