It is so easy to get caught up in the day to day stresses of life. Kids arguing over a game, pages of fifth grade homework, a son who endlessly rocks on my couch, pikes of laundry and the list goes on and on. I get frustrated and tired more than before, I put in my eye drops and take my meds for hormone replacement and my thyroid which no longer works. I check my Facebook account and see that two fellow survivors are once again fighting for their lives. I pray, I wish I could cry (I have no tears due to chronic dry eyes), I remember once again every breath and every moment is a gift, I survive
