As I plan for the wedding, the FSH is rearing it's ugly head. Sudden rapid periods of deterioration have left me challenged to bend at the core or any joint. As much as I am happy with my love, I wonder each day if I am doing him wrong. What will be left of me and this frail body by the time we say I do?
I worry each day if I will be able to walk down the aisle or hold my bouquet. I try to stay positive and try abd think past my reality. I know FSH will fight me every step of the way.
