I ran a pretty darn good race last Saturday, all things considered.
And, man, were there a lot of things to consider...
I ran, I coughed, I wheezed, I sweated profusely, and I finished .... and I didn't even come in close to last.
And what do you know?
I can run a good race just three weeks after discovering the unthinkable ...
I still have two parents who would climb mountains for me.
I still have a best friend who repeatedly reminds me that I am worthy of love and respect.
And she listens, with all the concern and compassion of a saint.
I still have other friends, too, who remind me how much they worry and care for me. And none of them -- not a single one -- would ever judge or make light of the terrible situation in which I find myself.
I still have two children who love me very much.
And I even have a dog, stubborn and ugly but loving and sweet, who is currently covered in pink and purple hair glitter, courtesy of my daughter.
Life goes on.