This weekend was an excellent one. After the news from the doctor, I finally have hope again. Maybe if I have this heart surgery, I can get my life back. It was a stellar weekend with travels with my daughter and granddaughter to see one of my works of art. It was the first time it was seen by the public. It made me feel so good to share it with them and to see their response.
I went to my friends funeral. I wrote about how crazy it was to lose her, and how it scared me into getting all of my affairs in order. I signed papers that day.
I also went to look at trailers. I have posted about loving to camp, and I had given up the idea of it for the last few weeks, actually the last couple of years. I have not been well enough in the months that we could camp here in Texas November – April. But going to see the TAB trailers and discovering a group of women called Sister’s on the fly, who camp all around the US was giving me hope. I’m allowing myself to dream of a future. Which is something after getting the scare that I did in January.
Please God, let the doctors discover and treat my heart so that I might get better. I’ll deal with the interstitial lung disease, but maybe this heart thing will give me back my energy.
” I know the plans I have for you,” sayeth the Lord
“Plans to prosper and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
Pusche