Most of the story about my cancer journey was written in a notebook with a wolf on the cover. The wolf is a Yellowstone grey wolf. It’s eyes are confident and direct. It is not worried or scared. As I filled the last page of the journal, I decided that I could be as strong and confident as the wolf in the picture. Every journey is a bit of a battle. Fighting the battle is the wearying part, but it is possible, one step and one day at a time.
“I am the wolf. I am strong. I am part of my pack. I am confident. Whatever comes my way I will deal with and keep moving. I am not concerned with everyone else’s problems. I will help, but they don’t take me down. The only thing that will take me out is death and since I am still alive, I will live. I will eat, sleep and enjoy every gift that comes my way. Troubles are merely in my path. I will go over or around. I am the wolf. I am victorious.”
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