Being able to plan for a period of illness with a finite timeline and a known positive outcome is like preparing for birth
. . . my life is ripe and full and luscious . . . Like aging, this opportunity to mature and learn is a gift . . .
Some girls spend their time dreaming of a big wedding, planning for motherhood, wishing for Prince Charming to sweep into their lives. Other than looking for a prince, or really any boy, to sweep into my life, I didn't dream that way. Professionally, I wanted to be a baseball player or a priest. But I... Continue Reading →