Christmas songs, and the power of knowledge...

When Kirby's alarm clock rang this morning, I was still waiting to fall asleep for the night. I had fallen into a brief and disturbed dream around 2, but other than that I'd spent the night lying in bed, trying vainly to sleep... I stayed there, hoping for a chance, and I heard Emma playing Still, Still, Still softly on the piano before school. It was sweet music to my ears, that little lullaby, just then.
I am looking forward to a follow-up appointment with my neurologist in a couple days, because I have been reading from a book (written by a very qualified and experienced neurologist), which has helped me to understand a bit more about all this, and what can help! I think there may actually be a light at the end of the tunnel, and of course, that's happy :) We are so blessed to live in a time and place full of knowledge and awareness and helpful information! Literally at the tip of our fingers... I read an old novel, in which a very minor character was a woman who lived in a dark room in her brother's house, perpetually in the grip of (migraine) headaches. That was her life, and I know that for so many people for so many years, that's been the answer- just suffer, and be ignorant and misunderstood. I thank Heaven today that there is hope for better health, and because it's available to me, I am a major character in my life, and I hope in the lives of my family...

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