Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!

When they say "God only gives us what  we can handle" I am certain that God has overestimated what I can "handle."
In forty years I've never felt hopeless, weak, or unsure the sun will come up tomorrow. In one year these feelings are more common than not.
As I was speaking with my Neurologist about my state of desperation, he actually let me know that one of my new lesions could have possibly permenantly affected my coping skills.......
How in the world can I  be a strong, happy and independent woman, and in the blink of an eye I'm here.

Cut to me: On my knees.......saying out loud........UNCLE already! Really, UNCLE