I am trying to not pay attention to my pain associated with muscular dystrophy, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Justin is still experiencing severe pain. Seeing that hurts me so much more.

Our oncology doctor recommended we take turns going home to get a good night’s sleep. Yeah right. Like I wouldn’t feel anxious the entire time. I’m not quite ready for that.

So for now I’m staying put with my unwashed hair (haven’t gotten around to that yet) and coffee breath. Taking refuge in the strength of my Lord.

Jesus is here and I’m confident yucky hair and bad breath doesn’t put Him off.

Praying grace and blessings to you, my friends, who have been so loving, supportive, generous and thoughtful. Thank you.