I sit here in my hospital bed thinking about the future of my imagination. Six months ago I was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer that has metastasized down the vertebrae my spinal cord. I spent weeks in the hospital and almost died.
I am lucky there is a cancer medicine for my particular cancer type. As long as the medicine works the cancer in my body will not spread. I am grateful to the doctors…technitions…and pharamsutical labs for developing the drugs that keep me alive and pain-free.
I was left with crippling nerve damage of the right hand and portions of my spine. The doctor have said the damage is permanent. Yet, I was never one to give up? I sit here, tying with one digit, for hours. My brain opening up after months of living in a pain filled fog. I know my life has changed forever. I will never climb Mount Everest.
Yet, after everything I have been through, I have decided to redirect my writers voice to helping me and other souls find passion in life when faced with physical and emotional challenges. Life goes on, and I would feel ashamed if I gave up.