I wouldn’t necessarily call myself religious or even very spiritual, for that matter. I do maintain my own relationship with God. Everyone has their own way of belief or not. I look at my life on a daily basis and I see grace. I see blessings. It is difficult some days. Some days you can’t imagine how God could allow such a cruel sentence to be issued. But at the end of the day, I lean on my faith and trust that He has a plan for me. To me, every day that I wake up to be with my family is a blessing. One day I won’t get that chance.
As long as I rise each morning, I will face the day with hope. Hope for a great day. Hope that today brings us closer to an answer for this wretched killer. Hope that I can have an impact on this fight. Hope that I continue to be a guide to my family. Hope that I can inspire my community to battle along with me and others. Hope for a future which brings triumph.
I accept the path that has been laid out before me. Though, I choose to have a say in how it is paved. We are all destined for the same outcome. Thankfully, we get to choose much of what happens in the between. I accept that my demise will come at the hands of ALS, but I will not back down. I will keep grinding along as God allows me. I also accept that I will likely not live long enough to see an end to ALS, but I will continue to hope that it will happen.