Waiting has never been something I am good at, however in worrying I could win metals.

In the last week I have been waiting to find out if I have cancer and it made think over things I had not worried about. If I am gone who will look out for my daughters well being? She is a bright, beautiful girl and she is also different. The world is not kind to different. I worry how she will navigate the world with me in or out of it.

Despite my bouts of sadness I struggle sometimes to crawl out of I have realized this week I choose life. Life is not perfect but each day alive is an opportunity to make it better.