Time

The past week it has seemed to me like time is standing still. When your life revolves around continual care, it is incredible when you get to the end of a day and know that tomorrow could be more of the same. I guess it's kinda like having a baby, months of waiting for the final outcome. Having cancer is somewhat like that. The day in day out of trying to be well, looking onto the day when the answer of "cancer free" comes.

We base our everyday living on how I feel today and what can I handle or not handle. That makes it interesting, yet there is a loss that comes with it. I continually feel like life is standing still. I must run the race that is set before me only my sneakers keep falling off.

There was a time in my life when I wanted nothing more than "time" to stand still. We often long for the things in life that we can't have and when we get them, we don't know what to do with them. It wasn't what we really wanted anyway. Time, it's being measured whether I want it to be or not. Standing still, yet running a race for life.