Vox_Draconis
Djana Nana
I'm glad it's over. My pancreas will more than likely never flare up as badly again. If it does, it won't survive the rest of it all. I might not survive the rest of it all. But I would have had pancreas cancer later if they didn't go in when they did. There's so many what if's and it could have's going on. I may never really be able to let go of what happened.
Facilis descencus Averno. Qui non vetat peccare, c** possit, iubet.
-huggles tight-
I see, but you have your friends around you to help you through.
Sine cruce, sine luce, nihil interit. Pulvis et umbra sumus
Well, I had to rely on my mom for a lot of things. Her boyfriend's daughter is up for child neglect charges since her kid was hurt while she was in the shower. The state took the child away and the grandmother is looking after the baby. So when I was in on the ventilator, so was the baby. One of my dear friends from my old church died in a small plane accident. My cousins both had their gallbladders out the same week I did, and one had over 100 stones. The other (who is only about a year older than me) gained 100lbs of pure fluid and then had a heart attack. So much happened in such a small space of time, and I didn't even get to know about it until too late to do anything. Things are slowing down for everyone now, thank goodness, but I'm still paranoid. My anniversary to Wilson is in 3 days, we're broke, and it's just a miracle that I made it this far. My friends are so few and far between now that it's really a struggle. (ohgod just let me shut up and stop ranting already)