Yep, I can carry 4-5 grocery bags on each arm from the car into the house.
Yep, I can breathe through a stumped toe, or a slip of the kitchen knife into my finger, or even a cross word from someone I love.
But does that make me strong?
Getting past the diagnosis of cancer in my child the first time, until life seemed almost normal....Yeah, I've done that too.
Being hit with a diagnosis of relapse?
Well, I've taken that one in the gut as well, but this is where I crumble.
This is where I have hurt beyond all imaginable hurt.
This is where I've spent days in a fog of doing what is expected, and faking a smile.
This is where I know I can't do it alone. And I remember that I didn't do it alone the first time either. It's funny how the mind works...how it will allow you to forget pain, until something prompts a colored picture in your mind of a certain horrible day, and the twinge of pain that comes with it...then you realize...I made it through all of that.
...We made it through.
I do know that it's not just me, but a greater power within. I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from where comes my help. Psalm 121:1.
Michelle I hope you know how strong I personally think you are. I don't know you, never met you but your positive attitude is inspiring!!