After winter must come spring

Stolen from a friend's status update on Facebook. It's a good reminder. This too shall pass and good can come. I'm blessed with more than I could have imagined just a couple years ago. I have a wonderful husband and good friends who are willing to help take care of me, even when I don't know how to accept help. My family loves me and supports me, and the doctor is going to be aggressive. I can beat this, and my life can be good even after surgery, chemo and radiation. I am strong, and there is too much living left for me to do. Now I just need to find a chemo hobby - something I can do for five hours while stuck in a chair with a tube running into me... Perhaps I'll finally finish all these novel ideas that run around my head and I've recorded randomly.