Today is a good day to die and I mean this literally. This has always been my motto for those perfect days. Yesterday I cried all day and when night came and it was time to sleep, my only wish was that my left leg could be amputated at the hip and all the rotten stuff down the left side of my back could be cored out like the rotten part of a potato. This morning after days of pure torture, I feel great. Yes, the underlining aches are still there and I know that I am not healed, but the pain is tolerable. My head is clear and I feel so happy. I don't know why or how, I just know that it is. Why would anyone want their last day to be one of torture? I would want my last day to be one to remember as happy and pain free. So, since this day would be a good day to die, I think I will just enjoy it and pray about what tomorrow will bring. I pray that all of you get a day like this thrown into the mix and I pray that someday we can all enjoy permanent pain free days. Taking it easy with my two year old grand daughter, boy how I missed her. Oh happy day!