Sweet Tea for all!

Its Sunday, and the sun is up. There really isn't much in my book, that outweighs the beauty of a sunrise. Something about seeing the sunrise reminds me of how small we really are.

I've been wrapped up in clutter lately. My clutter. Letting a lot of 'stuff' fill my brain and physical space. I'm beyond the spring cleaning excuse, so now its time to just get focused and clean up. Time to reset, refocus, and remember my priorities. I think this next week will help with this, as we will visit our MuSK-MG specialist in Dallas on Thursday.

It has been one-year since we started seeing Dr. Wolfe, and it seems we are now where he would have liked for us to be last year; on steroids and pulling away from plasmapheresis. I'm stubborn and it takes me a while to accept doing things not-my-way, but I surrender. None the less, I have expectations!

What do I expect? Happiness for all and endless supplies of Chick-fil-A sweet tea! (*insert beauty queen wave here*) Seriously, I expect to hear "Lets try Rutixan" at some point on Thursday morning. To be fair, expect = hope. I hope to hear that I would now make a good candidate for this drug. Not only would it address the Myasthenia Gravis, but it will also address the Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis. Double Word score!!

Who knows what will come of Thursday, but this is my hope, and I accept whatever the good Lord sends our way...so long as I can have sweet tea.