Today is day nine post chemo, I slept well but I woke feeling like that dam bus had hit me again.  I have a big day at colour conference all day from 8 AM to 9 PM. I don’t know if I’ll make it but I will give it my best shot. I’ve packed healthy snacks and dressed the comfort. roller-coaster-ftr

I’ve come with an expectant heart and I was so blessed. What an amazing day my heart is full, I am very tired but my cup definitely runneth over.

I got home my lovely man had had a really hard day his face was sad. Anyone who knows him and knows this is not usual. He then said that our insurer had called and said they won’t pay our insurance. My heart sinks. If we don’t get financial help we are in real trouble.

They said that we did not disclose my entire history and I didn’t mention that I’d been treated for anxiety. This is news to me I’ve never been treated for anxiety I’m wondering what we’ll do. I refuse to let this steel my joy I decide to give it to God he is the only one big enough to handle this.