moving on

When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?

I mean, sometimes you speak too soon. Too soon as in the surgery you had last month, it didn't work. You had to get a shot of that awful stuff methotrexate that you were so grateful that you didn't have to get. You also, on September 11, 2012 had to go in for another emergency surgery, and they took one of your fallopian tubes. You also thought you lucked out cause you hit your insurance deductible. But, your deductible started over, 9/01/2012.

Sometimes you feel sorry for yourself. You feel like all you are is left empty, scarred up and so sore you can't even shower yourself. You're left aching for something you don't even know what your aching for exactly. On top of it all the money you had saved for something real awesome goes to medical bills. And what you hoped and prayed for- that baby. Is still not here and it feels even more real than the first time you went through it.

Sometimes you feel bitter. Frustrated. Depressed. Left behind and forgotten. 

But. You get a email from your little brother, who's in Sweden serving his mission and he reminds you of something. Something that wraps and picks you up. 

I'm not alone... and I'm grateful for my Savior.


And I love my Jay!