and somewhere in the middle lays the truth....
Leah was born in Affluentville, USA... a gift from God... so very blessed, and Leah was so treasured, loved and spoiled. She was sick early, 6 months. She first got sick when her father was on vacation. The doctors thought I had somehow caused the problem by punching her in the stomach. We spent the next 3 years with the help of not so helpful doctors trying to figure out the cause of her malaise. Medical bills running amuck, diagnosis not forth coming...husband playing house not at home...life was uncertain, unbalanced. Leah had surgery at 3 1/2 and got better until she was 13. She was so bright, happy, an avid learner... sounds trite, but is a great description of my girl.
sometimes i don't want to write... sometimes i would rather be writing about weddings and births and degrees and recipes.... sometimes writing this make my heart break and tears drop shamelessly on my laptop.... sometimes i am without hope....
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