In the middle of the night…

In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep. From the mountains of faith. To the river so deep. I must be lookin’ for something, something sacred I lost. But the river is wide, and it’s too hard to cross.

Tuesday, January 30 is my LAST treatment. At Stamford Hospital when you finish your last treatment, you get to ring a ships 🚢 bell they have on the wall. One year, every 3 weeks I have looked at that bell every time I walked into that room. I am so looking forward to ringing that bell.

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep. Through the desert of the truth. To the river so deep. We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We’re all carried along by the river of dreams.

In the middle of the day, I’ll go walking through the hall. To that bright brass bell. With emotions so deep. Looking forward to ringing, so much that I’ve missed. But I’ll ring it proud, wishing cancer didn’t exist.

I will continue to have faith, pray and take nothing for granted. 💝 I cherish all of my girls, sisters, husband, family and friends. Once again, without you all, I believe I would never have made it through this Journey.