#8.2.2017

I finally went to the doctor. I was very afraid. I had built so many walls around this. All in my head. But I finally went today. It has helped that my sister started her process last Tuesday. It’s what have give the final push to start.

After talking with my doctor, she’s seen how bad I am mentally talking, and at the end she’s told me she’s glad I finally did it.

I’m still afraid for what is to come. This was the easy part, and it’s took me years.

Next Monday I have to call again to the next doctor who has to see me to make an appointment. And at that doctor it’s when it will everything start.

I’ll have tot are a lot of test to see if I’m viable to keep going, and to see if everything is okay inside me. That’s what terries me. That they’ll find so,etching is wrong with me and not only I’ll have to stop this process, but I’ll have to fight an illness.

Anyways, here’s to hope!

February 8, 2017 - Day 234