I’m heading toward seven years since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven (April 12th). And while I can mark many ways in which my heart has healed, I can list a dozen areas that are still tender.
I wish, wish, wish there was plan of action like physical therapy or a course of medication like antibiotics that could guarantee reliable progress if followed precisely.
But there isn’t.
All I can do is continue to place myself in the path of healing, do the next right thing and wait patiently for the pieces to fall back in place.
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I’ve lived with invisible chronic disease for over a decade.
From the outside looking in, you’d hardly know that I am often in great pain. I make daily choices about what I will do and what I won’t do based on what I can do and what my body refuses to do.
I take medication. I do all the things I’m supposed to do to help my body heal.
But I cannot MAKE the healing happen.
Read the rest here: Healing Comes In Its Own Time
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