It makes no earthly sense that I should have so much joy and
be able to keep on smiling in the midst of my sufferings and life-threatening
health issues, does it?
That's what gives me the confidence to say with pure
conviction that "I am a very weak woman who trusts in a very strong
God."
This is how I cope. No, this is how I overcome. An ember burns
brightly in my soul, giving me purpose. Without it, there would be no point to
my existence and no reason to keep on going.
A handful of pills would release me, but I choose to
cling to that rope of hope. For what is life without hope, but an empty shell.
