Fighters

So many say that I'm a fighter, but I think I am able to be one because so many others are fighting for and with me; my husband, my daughters, some relatives, friends, and even strangers. 

I know it isn't easy to watch, encourage, and take care of a sick loved one, to raise funds, and even to pray requires effort, some passion and maybe even tears.

In this life, our fight is never-ending. We just have to know the things that are worth fighting for. 

I am thankful that those who continually support us find that my life is worth saving. 

When I was first diagnosed, it was very tempting to go alternative because, first, it seemed easier, second, because I wanted to save the money we worked so hard to have. 

But my gut couldn't take the thought that our savings was worth more than my life. Also, after losing my mom, I thought how my girls would be without their mom. 

So we chose to fight, and fight hard. We chose to put our faith in God's provision however it's going to come. 

Two years into this, we really have been drained. We are not only dealing with my sickness, but everything else that a growing family deals with. 

In those two years, we have experienced a few bumps here and there regarding funding; a few bumps, but big bumps nonetheless. 

But God continually provides, through our own work, fund raisers, through good-hearted individuals, and even through ways we would have never imagined. 

This post is to simply express our desire to continually fight, believe, hope, and live.

Thank you to those who are standing, praying, and fighting along with us.