So in the middle of my crazy, my back is killing me and I keep eating fruit like it's the most amazing thing ever. My stomach is a mess. Took another test today to be sure. And nothing. It makes me sad cause I would prefer to be, but I'm slowly getting used to the enduring testing. It's hard not to think about it, so I thought I would brace myself early for the negative. Ugh why do I do this to myself? Really?
Andy brought me flowers and a card. I know that he loves me. I wish I didn't hurt so that he wouldn't hurt. But he keeps me going and I thank God for that.
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