I stopped blogging for a VERY long time, and I'm not sure anyone will even notice that I've started again, but so much has happened over the last two years that I feel like if I don't get some of it out of me in one form or another, I'll explode.
Over a year ago, I was diagnosed with PCNS Lymphoma. Basically told I had very few options. One option was to operate which pretty much meant I would die. The other option was chemo and radio therapy with a probable life expectancy of 12-18 months. These are words I've uttered to no one and written to very few. I chose the treatment and my brain tumor decided it was content with that and so far, it's let me live. I'm not entirely sure what's making me write all of this down now, but for some reason, blogging has always been more therapeutic than actual therapy.
While life is a waiting game, make the most of every moment. The little things like that warm feeling before you get out of bed in the morning. Whether you have one friend or thousands, tell them you love them. If there's a special someone in your life, make sure they know how much you care. If you must feel like you're waiting, make sure you always find something good to wait for, even if there are a million awful things in between.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
~ Dr.Seuss
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