I'm not going to sit around and cry about what I have going on right now.

I've been through too much to believe anything is going to take me down easily, and if it does I know when we pass, it's only in body. And this body is giving me trouble.

I'm proud of myself actually. I did my best. I'm glad I did the van adventure when I did, and really lived the hell out of life. I did 😌

I'm proud of myself for not wallowing. Though I can't say I enjoy the numb feeling, I do allow myself some quiet tears and then I get on to living. I have to be brave and my son has to see me be brave because I would never want him to give up. He will see me fight and heal over and over. And I will make sure he knows when this body business is over I'ma haunt him.