This from my journal of 9.2.05:
It is hard not to get discouraged. Last night my tongue felt swollen and sore. Fears swept over me. Will I be able to speak again, eat again, drink again? I seem trapped in the last third of this process with no ultimate relief in sight. I remain shut in by the Lord dependent upon His mercy to heal.
Discouragement is such a formidable foe! Calculating God’s sovereignty in the season sustained me but not without huge lows long the way.