I can do this.

About a year ago someone told me to stop fighting what I wanted ... and to just let things fall where they fell.  So I did.  But then I fell, and it hurt.  It still hurts.  I have wrestled with the scrapes and scabs ever since and I guess I just kindof kept picking at the wounds off and on, pretending like I was healing...  Then I had a few spots of skin cancer removed... then my uncle was diagnosed with throat cancer... and there's more... I mean it just goes on and on, but I guess those are the two things that made me wake up.  Because my family needs me, and I need them.  So. I AM going to fight.  I am going to fight for what I believe is right... even if it isn't always what I want.  I'm just sorry for what I lost in not realizing that like a year ago.