Transition, and not hair

Hello, once again I'm writing only when I am so totally backed-up that there is the threat of verbal diarrhea. Sorry for being so graphic, but that's the only way I could describe what might happen. Well my hair is going well, moisturized, not falling out, boss afros, and twist-outs, compliments. Good stuff. Pleased with my hair more and more. 1 year natural! Wow time waits for no (wo)man. My hair is co-operating with me, I really know what it likes and how to make it happy. I really enjoy feeling my hair, but try to leave it in protective styling as long as possible. Anyhoo, I'm transitioning in other ways. I've come to the realization that I need to take care of my health. I know this is a very elementary statement, but I will explain. I was encouraged to go on disability by my doctor and other close friends who know of my situation. I should put my pride to the side. What pride?! (people who say this have a lot of pride). I now have numbness and tingling in my hands and he said this could be related to my disease. I also noticed that I am dropping things. I am praying constantly about this. I told my mother. That's all I will say about that conversation. My children are trying to keep a strong face up but I know they are terrified of the unknown. I am feeling the weight of being a single mother lately, I don't know why, maybe because I have a cold and still have to drag my tired butt out of bed to do things only I can do for myself and my kids. I don't even want a husband, I want a clone. That's the part that really sucks. I am tired of the cold and snow, it really accentuates what I can't do. I am trying to stay positive by praying to Jehovah, having good friends to call/text me during the day, and reading my Bible. These are tough times but with the help of my God, I have come through worse and am still alive to call on Him for help.
I applied for disability today. After I completed the the medical report: dates, medications, tests, hospitalizations, doctors, I had to say to myself: "Wow that's a sick person".
I will try to keep in touch.
Love you very much.