Soon, James and I will be married. And instead of relishing in our wedding plans, I’m concentrating on November. November means doctors, and tests, and possibly answers.

James told me recently he doesn’t necessarily believe God gives us what we can handle. Instead, he said he thinks God gives us what we and our support group can handle. I’m beginning to believe this.

My MRI is scheduled, and I have no idea what the future holds.

This is something I don’t want to admit, and yet, the thing that set it all in motion. Every. thing. in. motion. I *see* that now…