One day your fine, feeling good emotionally and physically- You go for a routine check up and sent for some additional testing- Your Dr informs you that you have a terminal illness. You drive home, tears streaming down your face, wondering if this is a dream or reality-
Sadly, you wake up every day, knowing it’s reality. Emotionally a wreck, physically- everything that you too for granted, becomes a challenge. You question faith, you ask yourself over and over, why me… There is no answer.
Thinking about retirement, traveling , enjoying things that make you happy- out the door-Today, I worry about tomorrow-
Thankful for family, friends who genuinely will do anything to help. Putting on that fake smile when asked dozens of times a day, how do you feel? Okay, I’ll say, avoiding further questions and conversation about how I really feel..
Missing much that was taken for granted.
This is why I’ve stopped