When you do bad things, bad things happen to you.
It is seriously time for a miracle.
Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.
As I've gotten older, I've found that I can have men as friends. I used to not be able to.
My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son.
I was thinking I would miss the rain. I wonder if you can experience the rain in Heaven, if God will let you dip your wings down... But my biggest expectation now is just to live. I will not go gently into that goodnight.