Journal 37 - Never-ending

As I got into bed last night, thankful to start sleeping away my cares, I passed another huge clot. Out of bed again and more worry. I choose to believe this is the last of it and that now the bleeding should clear up. The doctor didn't expect any more clots or bleeding after Monday's visit but I'm not panicking. 24 hours without pain medicine - so there is praise in yesterday. Only little pains here and there. I'm constantly starving and eating. The thought of being back at square one is disheartening. God is just squeezing as much trust and faith out of me as he can get. I feel very squeezed - I'm envisioning that it's a hug. Jonathan just keeps asking if I'm still bleeding, which makes me feel like it's been forever. There was hilarity the other night when he asked me if I wanted my diapers put outside with Ace's. Oh the humility! Everyone heals in their own way - Jonathan heals with humor. I love him.