Things continue pretty as they have since my last post.
That is to say, it feels like I’m living in a kind of twilight zone.
It’s very difficult to make plans – say for a week out – when you think – well this time next week we might need to be on a plane to get to my dad’s funeral.
Daily updates are starting to feel ghoulish. My poor father, daily updates, horrible to imagine that life comes to this, but when it does, this upturned world is what passes for normal. Talking about it so candidly also becomes normal in everyday conversation. Normal for me, not sure sometimes how that feels for others.
Hard to believe doctors can be so inaccurate with their blunt assessments. We’re nearly 7 weeks since our 7-10 day countdown. There is no chance of a remission. Well I guess there are, depending on your take on miracles.
But I guess in my own upside down world, I’ve had plenty of those blunt assessments too.
I’m 28 weeks pregnant, and if I’m to believe what I’m told, it suits me.
Certainly I never expected to feel this good.
I continue to see the kinesiologist, she’s got me taking a great supplement, I can only guess that this is why I’m full of energy. At my recent appointment, she announced that she couldn’t be happier ‘you’re in great shape’. All possible parasites, bacteria’s, viruses absent, all baby’s needs are being met, my overall health is fantastic.
Alot to take in really.
The journey to get here, sometimes questioning if I was wrong to be so determined.
All I think now is – intuition – trust it.