Peace [photo challenge].

You, all of you ... what can I say? I'm not sure I have words to express how deeply I am touched by your messages of hope and understanding and happiness for us. Each one of you found the perfect way to reach out to me and to hold me as I try to regain my footing on this newly slippery path.

I cried a lot yesterday – fear, stress, frustration at a certain thigh-side manner – but the sweetest tears that fell were those brought on by your kindness.

There is nobody in my non-bloggie world who I can really talk about this with. Finding here your understanding, compassion, sensitivity, and support has been truly life-changing. Where would I be without you? Here's hoping I never have to find out.

Thank you, friends, from the bottom of my heart.

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This is the result from yesterday's blood draw (yes indeed, in addition to the fruitless transvag invasion, there was one of these).


taken for EmHart's September Photo Challenge.

It's in the low range of normal for the fourth week, the doctor said. I didn't think to ask how he defined that timeframe. Betabase puts the median for 15dpo as 139. That makes my number slightly higher than average for a more precise point in time. I like that better.

The next test is tomorrow morning, with results not available until Monday. Monday! We're going to a massive wedding tomorrow afternoon, evening, night, and probably wee hours of the morning-after, too, so at first it flashed into my mind that a few festive refreshments would chase away my anxiety ... but on reconsideration, that wouldn't do very well, would it?

So until then, even though I'm still terrified that the past will repeat itself, even though we're nowhere near ready to rejoice, I will try to gratefully accept the moment of peace that this number, as well as your words, have brought to me.