You know what sucks about chronic illness?
That word "chronic."
It means you may have a good spell for longer than you thought possible, but those nasty white blood cells that attack, inflame, and irritate? Those suckers come back.
We've been through several steroid treatments this week and nothing is working.
We started an antibiotic today to rule out possible infection.
But at the root of it, we're thinking the EE is back.
And that makes me sad.
Dude, I so don't like weeks like this:
Waiting to see what the antibiotic does.
Waiting on decisions from UNC.
Waiting to sleep again.
And I'm not gonna lie, we need more than sleep.
We need rest. You know what I mean?
So I'm praying this verse with a vengeance this week. And I know God will be faithful.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls."