clank-clank...clank-clank

While visiting MaMa's house (Dad's mom) as kids, we would hop up on the couch, looking back over the top, out the window and down the street to see the trains go by. I remember sleeping on that couch and hearing the train crossing the tracks early, early in the morning. Such a soothing sound..clank-clank....clank-clank...clank-clank. My sisters and I would watch the train go by and try to count the cars! It really did feel like the train went on forever, sometimes. We were watching something from a distance, and the cars looked much the same. We would count and count though, knowing there would be a red caboose at some point.

I drove along side an Amtrak train yesterday, while heading down the highway. No, I wasn't racing the train, but it did make me smile. Calming. This cycle of MG symptoms has been like watching the train at MaMa's. We know there is a red caboose on the way, and until it gets here, we just keep counting.

Last night, was the first night I slept through the night in roughly 3 weeks. My vision is trying to single up..the first time in almost 3 weeks. I'm eating as much as I can, and can almost speak without issue. The little red caboose is swinging around the corner and we're pulling this train uphill! Wahooooooo