Night time is the worst. The headaches are pretty bad. It makes it hard to sleep so I exercise. Last night at 1:00 am I was going up and down the stairs to the six story parking garage. When my legs start to hurt bad enough I forget my head. It was actually quite nice out. Very peaceful and it was a lovely view of the city from the sixth floor
We met with the doctor today again. He is such a kind man. The nurses are amazing as well. We are surrounded with the nicest people. We talked about my symptoms. He seems very encouraged by all the signs thus far.
Here is a Poem that I wrote while JoLynne was getting ready to leave for our appointment
Upon the Rock of Christ, my Lord
I've built my humble little home
It's plain and simple to the eye
But here it stands amidst the storm
The rains have come, the winds have roared
The very earth, it seemed to tear
I must confess, some damage done
But on the whole it still stood there
At first I thought, "How well I built.
Behold the house made by my hand"
And then the truth, it softly speaks,
"Because of Him, your house still stands"
Oh God, forgive me, I am young
How quickly I would seek to claim
The credit for thy miracle done
I always knew from whence it came.
And as I live my knowledge grows
And finally I can understand
Thou art my God, who saves my soul
Not house, but Rock where on it stands