Well here I am miss tough girl,the one that will survive anything God wants to send my way.Sometimes I think that such a crock.Although I know I'm still going to have bad days,I still cant handle them when they come.I get so annoyed with myself because I'm always preaching to everyone here that we have to beat this.That we will beat this and not let it get the best of us.Well off and on since Bruces death I have been having chest pains and attributed it to stress,because it was worse when his death was new and has gotten better as time goes by.I was still nervous about it but put it off anyway.I started thinking how stupid that was because when Bruce did that I would get so angry with him for ignoring it.And look where he is today.So I called my Dr.and she wanted me to come in for test.As soon as I got to the drs. office I started bawling my eyes out.I was uncontrolable.Being in the Drs. and being hooked up to the EKG.machine just brought it all back for me.All I could think of is the day Bruce died.My test came out ok and I'm having a stress test next week but the dr. thinks I'm ok.But the drs.visit threw me for a loop and I was a mess for the rest of the day.I think I will be ok tomorrow,but I just need to realize although I have tried to convince my self of this a million times.The bad days are going to come andI have to take them and deal with them the same way I deal with the good.