How many more good days?

"I am scared. I'm scared that I don't know how many more good days I'll have. I'm scared of what this illness means, and I'm scared of what I know it can do to my life and my body. I'm scared that I'm not spending enough time with my family, I'm scared that I'm not telling the people that I love what I have to say and what they need to hear. I'm scared that I'm not living my life to its full potential. I'm scared that at any given moment my health could take a drastic turn in any direction that it wants to, and that it's out of my control. But no matter what happens to me, I know that my fears are because I care, my fears are because I still have good things in my life. I'm scared because things matter, so maybe it's not so bad after all." By @mrswelches

“I am scared. I’m scared that I don’t know how many more good days I’ll have. I’m scared of what this illness means, and I’m scared of what I know it can do to my life and my body. I’m scared that I’m not spending enough time with my family, I’m scared that I’m not telling the people that I love what I have to say and what they need to hear. I’m scared that I’m not living my life to its full potential. I’m scared that at any given moment my health could take a drastic turn in any direction that it wants to, and that it’s out of my control. But no matter what happens to me, I know that my fears are because I care, my fears are because I still have good things in my life. I’m scared because things matter, so maybe it’s not so bad after all.” By @mrswelches

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