Much has changed this year. I have spent more time with doctors and hospitals than at home, I think. There is nothing scarier than hearing the word biopsy, or possible cancer, or tumor. And to explain that to your children, even harder. And yet I rose to the occasion, carried on, and survived it. Not gracefully. Not without tears. And anger. The occasional hissy fit. But in the end, no cancer! God was with me for the entire journey, as our family took one hit after another. Two boys survived Covid-19. I survived surgery and tumor removal. We rose, we fought, and here we are. And I can say, I broke, more than once. I had moments that I truly didn't think I could carry on one more day. One more minute. One more breath.
But I grew. And learned. And today, I continue to fight. To heal. To face the future, and enjoy the little things. Because life truly is short. We are NOT guaranteed tomorrow. And there is never enough time for love, joy, and life. We get one shot. And though sometimes it seems impossible, there is ALWAYS hope. We lose sight of that amidst all the darkness that is covering our nation right now. We forget that we can change things. But to do that, we must come together, in spite of our differences, and take steps for our community, our family, and our nation. How brave are YOU? Do you have what it takes to take the first step towards change? I dare you to try.
We are warriors. We are soldiers. We are fighters. And together, we can do this. I learned, that it is possible to do this life alone, but it is so much better when we join together-God didn't design us to fly solo.
So today, my version of brave is sharing this with you all.
God Bless, until next time.
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