Christmas Eve. 2008

Unpacking the bins I noticed notes on slips of paper, ornements and gift tags I had not used last year. It's be?

It's been one year since all these things have been used and one more year of my life. It occurred to me while unwrapping the foil ornament of Cinderella that even she was showing wear with time.

Finally, I am getting answers to the questions I had a year ago:

Why do I hurt (there/here) not all of the time but some of the time?

Why is it not getting so much easier for me to walk and only a little bit easier?

Why is the band just right, I am a go for green zone but not losing as rapidly as I should?

Why do I feel like I am crumbling?

So now I know.

If I can find my old Journal on LiveJournal I'm putting it here so the attic is all in one spot.

More to come