Many days I ask myself what I will do if this never goes away. What will happen if this is the plan God has for my life? Just one diagnosis after another, without relief. Some days I think about my life, and wonder how it could get worse. How much more could I handle? I hate answering the phone when the nurse calls, but at the same time, I know what to expect. Yesterday I had another phone call. Another diagnosis. Another thing to add to my list. Another thing to make life even more difficult. Another thing that is another answer. I hate to say that I’m slowly getting used…
