Just to catch you all up, I haven't been very well lately. Digestive and female issues have kept me in a state of fatigue, pain and even depression for the better part of a month and a half. So far tests have come back ok, still more doctors appointments to attend in November.
But this isn't a detailed blog of my recent health woes. I began to think about how much of my Mom's life was spent like this. For the most part, I have been pretty healthy. This recent issue, I pray, will only be temporary and I can get back to my normal life. But this WAS normal for my Mother. When she was having a "good" day, it was usually what most of us would consider a bad day. For a good part of her life, she woke up in pain, went through her day in pain and went to bed in pain.
So at the end when she was crying out in pain, I knew it had to be pretty bad.
I know this post is short, but I try, as I have my painful moments, and I have had them lately, that this was nothing compared to what she went through.
