Each Sunrise is a Fresh Start

I'm hoping, praying that a two year old battle is coming to an end. Praying to God to guide the doctor's hands and to allow me to awake renewed and refreshed, with a bounce in my step and lightness in my soul that I have too long been missing. Where my first thoughts of the day will be of thanks and gratitude and not the insufferable pounding of my head. That I will inhale deeply and consume myself with the sweet scents of my children's hair, sautéed garlic, freshly laundered sheets and coffee. Oh my dear sweet coffee...
Thank you God for guiding my path and for the support around me. The sun is rising on my new day.
Hubby's role for the next 10 days is that of a super hero.