I don't have a brain tumor like my friend Jana. I don't have breast cancer like my friend Rosemary. I don't have kidney cancer like my friend Logan. I have a concussion, a traumatic brain injury. I should heal . . . someday.
It's just that waiting for "someday" became especially hard today when the second neuropychologist said to me, "I can't do anything for you. I don't know how to help you. I can send you to a different Traumatic Brain Injury Clinic."
So I wait and I stutter and I fight headaches and I'm light sensitive and I have to remember in Whom my hope is placed. I have to believe that He has a plan and a purpose for all of this. And in His time . . . He is the Great Physician. He will heal.
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