The worst summer of my life.

Countdown to school, I can't wait to get outta here.

Be forgiven.

I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay I'll be forgiven.

But it'll be alright, cause I have you guys, and I love ya all.

I'm alive and well!

Well for the most part. I'm doing good, I'm going back to work tomorrow. I've returned to classes and I'm also driving myself now.

I'm still gimpy but I feel alot better and I can't wait to return to full normality.

In other news, mass hysteria! Save yourself while you can!

But what else is new?

D-Day for my left ovary approaches, and while I've managed to keep my feelings under control, I'm getting a little bit... antsy. I've accepted that I'm probably going to lose my ovary, and now my concerns range between fear of immense pain when I wake up and annoyance of a giant incision in my stomach.

Wednesday will be the hardest, I think, and I hope falling asleep that night won't be as difficult as I think it will.

In addition, on Wednesday, I can't eat- Ionly get to have clear liquids. Hooray jell-o, chicken broth, and water.

       I come to the garden alone,
      While the dew is still on the roses,
      and the voice I hear falling on my ear,
      The son of God discloses,     

      And He walks with me, and he talks with me
      And He tells me I am His own,
      And the Joy we share as we tarry there
      none other has ever known