I get it. There's no "over and out".
There are nightmares and pleasant dreams but at the end of night when the sun has risen, I must get up and remember my own mantra.
Life is a Journey.I'm here for a reason: to make my soul juicy.This world is only the beginning.Love + Faith (and hope) = Joy
Those who know me know that I'm no warrior.
I'm not a soldier.
I'm not a fighter.
Cancer isn't a battle to win or lose.
Cancer is a life threatening illness that often ends in death.
My Life Journey sometimes feels like a dream and sometimes it's truly a nightmare. I'm already an expert at talking myself down from metaphorical cliffs. I'm an expert at avoiding the most terrible of beasts.
The ground rumbles and shakes beneath me as It draws closer. Again.
I detect a whiff of It's rancid smelling jaws.
I've avoided It's razor sharp claws - twice.
I've succeeded at outsmarting It once, twice....
Now it's the third time.
It sure is tiring living with that beastly stench and hot moist breath just a few paces behind me.
It's the third time.
I still love. I still have faith.
I hear the crunching of hope, like glass, beneath the claws of the beast.
I've found myself at the edge of the cliff again, for the third time.
I look down and I can see the bottom.
I look up and I see an endless sky.
I'm tired, so I sit down to rest with my feet dangling over the edge of the cliff.
That beast is coming, I smell it, I feel it, I know it.
I know I have to stand up. Again.
Would I dare let myself slip over the edge?
The bottom is not where I want to end up.
I'm calcified and stuck in this position.
Petrified, restless, and thirsty, yet I sit here.
The beast is determined and relentless, and here.
Can I still fly?