For the past few days, I’ve actually been feeling the best I have in a while. I’m doing my best to enjoy it – and while I am IMMENSELY grateful – there is always fear in the back of my mind. It is like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. It is the fear that my horrible symptoms will come back, that they will come back worse, that they will come back more frequently, and that I will have trouble coping with them. As I anxiously wait the last, and most serious of my blood test results, I can only hope and pray that this break I’ve been experiencing will continue as long as possible and that my results are clear.