I want to thank the Lord for keeping me here 3 years ago. On July 31, 2012, I literally thought I was going to die, especially when the nurses and doctors were keeping me in the dark bc even they didn't know what to tell me (other than the on-call ER doc accusing me of overdosing on drugs). Anyway, I cried and prayed every single day that I was in that hospital that God wouldn't take me away before seeing my kids grow up. I don't think of it as being selfish, I knew that either way, it was His choice. I had written letters to David and the kids, telling them how much I loved them, and how proud I was of them. I didn't let the kids know how worried I was. They were worried enough just knowing that their mama was in the hospital. I've had some scares since surgery, but I'm working on calming my nerves.
I try not to take my life for granted; I try to be happy and grateful for my life every day. I hope that I always remember to do that.
So goodnight, sleep tight, and thank God for everything!