It's almost scary how much weight we are putting on this doctor helping us. The yeast has flared up as badly as ever. We're back to hardly being able to move again. Why don't doctors make housecalls anymore? It seems weird that sick people have to be the ones that go out and about.
Tomorrow our journey of new hope starts. We've traveled down similar roads this past year and a half (yes, it's almost been that long.) We're wise enough in our heads to know that there are no guarantees...yet we are again counting on a new doctor to get us on the path of healing.
We put one foot in front of the other. We try what we can. We keep trusting God. We thank Him for whatever the outcome. He makes it all okay. He really does.