God, did I take a leap of faith today. I don’t know what has me wanting to throw up more — my worry about Ted, or my worry about the email I sent Bill. I had to have faith, so I did. I wrote and I begged for him to listen to me. Will it do any good? I’m holding it in my mind that it will – that the correct steps will be taken. They have to be. Ted is running out of time to stop the spreading. This is cutting it too close.
Good thoughts please — good thoughts that I did the right thing and in turn, that Bill does the right thing.
I had to do something. I woke up 9 times last night, each time in the midst of a panic attack. Each time the attack was about Ted, or I absorbed it from Ted. Somewhere in him, he knows about the tumor, he just doesn’t want to believe it.
I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t work.
I asked God to show me what to do….and here you go.
Leap of faith — leap of faith…..