Accepting

I am prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. I cannot bear to visit the doctor on my own again. I need to have hubby with me, just to be there for comfort ... just to be there. I think I know it is over, but I have to be sure.

I amazed myself at how often I could spontaneously burst into tears yesterday. I cannot cry anymore, I think. I am just tired. I am tired of hoping for something that might not be there.