Deep.

Some times life is too much. I mean, we keep going. We keep fighting demons and at the end of the day, we find the light from the dark corner.

The thing is, when you get sick of fighting, some thing happens. Something always happens that brings you back to your fight stance.

I'm talking about cancer. No, not me. But someone who is a very big deal to me.

This friend, she's more like my older sister. One that I never had (even though I did). One that gives me that mom advice without being my mom. She tells me its okay to not want to do things all the time. She prays for me. She's prayed with me. Over the phone. In person. She's just. Her. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. I know that from however many miles away from her I am, she'll be there for me if I need her.

So here I am, going about my life, figuring things out. Not wanting to deal with certain things, not wanting to move forward and become SOMEONE here. Totally happy to get the knock out and lose. I don't even want to fight. I've given in to my surroundings. Happy to be a shadow.

And she tells me she has thyroid cancer. Her prognosis is good. Her doctor is confident. She's got undeniable faith and security in the Lord.

I think, "It really can happen to anyone. Her. HER! It could happen to me."

Back to the stance. DUH. Life is too short to roll over and take it. I'm going to keep fighting. Even if not for me, for her. Because if she can be as amazing as she is while fighting cancer, I can surely be some sort of awesome with out it.