It is Saturday. Another day another struggle. The meds to stop smoking are really doing a number on my stomach but they are working. I don't even want to look at a cigarette now. That is a good thing I guess. Maybe I will see my grandchildren today or tomorrow. They are 6 mos and 16 months. I know that I can't lift them but just seeing their smile brings a little lite into my life.
My daughters don't really understand my pain and they think that one day I am going to wake up and it will be gone. I wish that would happen but with the amount of surgeries I have had I dont think that is possible.