It's been almost a month since my last post. Much has happened and much has stayed the same. I went for my 3 month checkup at the beginning of the month. My "numbers" are the same and my breathing is actually better than in December. While I have lost another 10 pounds, the doctors deem me "stable". Never has that word been connected with me! But I'll take it.
I was back at the mall with son and hubby one Saturday. Again, I was wishing I could walk. We got into the elevator to go to the food court and I found myself with a mom, her mom, twin girls and a stroller. I looked in the stroller expecting to see an infant. Well, I did but one with multiple birth defects. Right then and there I felt God putting me in my place for having a "poor, pitiful me" attitude. I need to be thankful for each day I have and not keep looking over my shoulder at what has been.
The weather is getting nice and last Sunday I took my maiden voyage in the powerchair on a stroll with Dennis and our dog, Stormy. Why should I care that people see me? I should be thankful I can still feel the sun on my arms. So what if my feet are freezing cold! I must embrace each day as a gift.
