It's not always easy to choose joy. In fact, most of the time it would be so much easier to not choose joy (like the morning after a sleepover at a hotel with thirteen girls...ha). My life has changed incredibly since last summer. I don't look the same, I don't feel the same, I don't act the same. My body is scarred, I'm worn down physically and emotionally from months of grueling treatment and I see my doctors more often than I see my friends. Sometimes I am tempted with the idea of giving in to the "what ifs" and "why me" thoughts. I wouldn't be normal otherwise.
Despite how much havoc cancer has caused in my life, some things remain the same. I am blessed to be young and strong in order to fight this stupid disease. I am loved: by God, by my husband, by my children, by so many family and friends.
I'm scared every day, but I am happy. I have love and laughter, I am alive.... and that's reason enough to be joyful.