That’s what my breakfast consists of, along through some Psalms. I am at calmness and slowly making my way to being who I was meant to exist ; I feel it. God has given me clearness. My health fluctuates, but my dead ~ has been strangely cooperative and supportive from beginning to end everything that’s happened the spent couple of months. My memory is slowly improving, I be possible to remember some things now as protracted as I repeat them aloud. My motor skills are always a work in progress, but I’m optimistic that they’ll improve. Maybe natural therapy will help…maybe I’ll try that anew for the 28th time. I can’t answer the purpose anything until my health reflects my century again.
He has been infectious PROGRAF for the past 4 years and it seems his kidney has stabilized.