Now more than ever, I know I’m not. With the recent passing of my father and knowing our reaction and knowing how much it hurts us, I hate the thought of what it does to the family.
I have cancer…to be exact, I am down to two things. I have a form of breast cancer and a form of leukemia. I’ve been fighting them for quite awhile, now. I have been close to death and while I can accept that it’s a possibility, I do not accept that I am ready. I have children to raise, lessons that were taught to me, that I have yet to pass on.
I have a husband that I vowed to grow old with, I’m 37…that’s hardly old. We have plans. We have things we want to learn, together.
Selfishly, I want to see grandchildren, not in the near future – my kids are 5 & 15 – I need some time to witness that one! I need to be here for my mother and sister – beyond just my own household.
IF it truly were my time, I would know that I was loved and I loved. I love my family, my husband and my friends and I know that I, despite health issues, was truly blessed in my life.