Dad was buried yesterday. I so remember his words - say a few words, stick me in the ground and get on with your life! I so wish I could get on with LIFE. I try my best not to concentrate on the tomorrows (how many, what they will be like, etc). Panic attacks have taken over and I fight them daily. They usually occur when I get in bed but yesterday they started earlier and I have that feeling in my gut right now. I so do not like where I am at the moment. I think it robs me and the rest of the family from precious time together. I hate that my voice is now affected and I have constant dry-mouth or my tongue feels like it is coated with powder.
I don't want to just sit in this powerchair and waste away! Our finances are bad too which just adds to Dennis' burden and I need to work to help.
