Today was a blah day. A gray day for me. A hard-to-see-out-of-my-fog day. These types of days, while not nearly as fequent as they used to be, still sneak up on me. I hate that they sneak up on me. They leave a heavy feeling in my stomach. They make me feel like the other shoe is about to drop. They make me feel like the storm is coming and I am in no way prepared.
But then perspective came in the cruelest way. Because thirty-seven is way too young to die. And I am reminded that I am here. I am here and healthy and being given the chance to struggle and stumble towards happiness.
A big "screw you" to cancer.
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