The list so far: Heart burn big time. I have to eat with a plastic spoon cause metal makes the food taste funny. My mouth is dry. My bones hurt. And I keep falling asleep. Nothing traumatic, just a bunch of little stuff. But I think the fatigue is making me sentimental.
One of my beautiful daughters sent me this song a while back, right after my diagnosis, and I just pulled it up. Cries are good if they're happy ones. Right?