Speaking of medical stuff, I should mention that since going into that lovely season of a woman's life, perimenopause, I have become a much bigger worrywart than I normally am regarding health related worries and have become downright hypochondriacal. For several years now, I have struggled with what seems to be some type of autoimmune system disorder they can't really pin down and various other ailments that almost always convince me I have something fatal--usually cancer--and send me into paroxysms of panic. If that's not going on, I worry about my sweet hubby who is awaiting a liver transplant, or my youngest son who has Asperger's syndrome. I wish so much that I could rest in the peace of the Lord like so many I know are able to do, fearing not and knowing that He has it all under control, but so far I am still struggling, still praying, still worrying. Le sigh.
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Saturday, January 5, 2013
Worrying--always worrying.
Worried about fellow Catholic blogger Jen Fulweiler over at ConversionDiary.com , in the hospital with bilateral pulmonary emboli, while 24 weeks pregnant with her 6th little one. May the Blessed Mother intercede for her before the throne of God--please pray for her and her baby boy!
Speaking of medical stuff, I should mention that since going into that lovely season of a woman's life, perimenopause, I have become a much bigger worrywart than I normally am regarding health related worries and have become downright hypochondriacal. For several years now, I have struggled with what seems to be some type of autoimmune system disorder they can't really pin down and various other ailments that almost always convince me I have something fatal--usually cancer--and send me into paroxysms of panic. If that's not going on, I worry about my sweet hubby who is awaiting a liver transplant, or my youngest son who has Asperger's syndrome. I wish so much that I could rest in the peace of the Lord like so many I know are able to do, fearing not and knowing that He has it all under control, but so far I am still struggling, still praying, still worrying. Le sigh.
Speaking of medical stuff, I should mention that since going into that lovely season of a woman's life, perimenopause, I have become a much bigger worrywart than I normally am regarding health related worries and have become downright hypochondriacal. For several years now, I have struggled with what seems to be some type of autoimmune system disorder they can't really pin down and various other ailments that almost always convince me I have something fatal--usually cancer--and send me into paroxysms of panic. If that's not going on, I worry about my sweet hubby who is awaiting a liver transplant, or my youngest son who has Asperger's syndrome. I wish so much that I could rest in the peace of the Lord like so many I know are able to do, fearing not and knowing that He has it all under control, but so far I am still struggling, still praying, still worrying. Le sigh.
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