Friday, Daniel and I were suppose to fly to Washington DC for my cousin Jake's wedding and some sight-seeing.
Instead I woke up in one of my spells, and spent the next twelve hours throwing up and moaning in pain. We had to cancel the entire vacation, I'm still in bed recovering.
Sometimes, despite all our best efforts planning, preparing, etc, it still doesn't work out. This is one of my biggest struggles with my illness, that in spite of my greatest efforts I cannot seem to just suck it up and function even if I want to more than you could imagine.
I am so blessed to have a husband like Daniel that not only is not upset because of our missed vacation, but has selflessly taken care of me since I woke up Friday sick. He's truly my hero.
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