this morning #1313.

this morning, heaven can wait. you need me. the kids need me. it’s not my time. i’m telling you. i’ll be fine. we’ll be fine. you heard what the doc said. more likely than not, i’m going to beat this shit. sorry. we’re going to beat this shit. together. trust me. this time next year, we won’t even be thinking about this stupid disease. we’ll be on the mountain again with our skis, no real worries outside of one of the kids catching cold & one of us having to stay in the lodge with them while the other’s out on the slopes. how do i know? well…i don’t. i can be optimistic though. the only other option is drowning in our own despair & i’m not ready to go down that road. doing so won’t change a damn thing.