I think this happened last Wednesday; just after that woman from the state came to my house. It’s taking me this long to really begin to digest it.
This was only the second time that I cried like this since I was diagnosed on December 28, 2000. But thinking about it, they were two completely separate reasons why I was crying.
I remember that I cried when my Mom was driving me to work in October 2016. It ended up being the final day that I went to work because I needed surgery. Again. On the SAME knee!!!
I cried then, because I was in so much pain because of my knee. But last Wednesday, I was sitting in my bed and the tears came over me so quickly because I finally realized that now, I’m scared. Pain has been a thing for me these past 23 years and I just deal with it but; this time, I don’t know what to expect.
I said that to my Mom as I was sitting up in bed. She hugged me and kissed the side of my forehead told me, “I’m here with you.”
That definitely brought me comfort because that’s what God said to Job. We are just people but I’m glad that my Mom is with me because I’m so scared.