Of this year I sit and reflect, not of events but of another time. My entire life I have kept a journal- of hopes, dreams,ups and downs- to show life might be awful today but so full tomorrow. That hope and joy would always come back. And come back it did until two years ago. Now I have to face hard truths that so many doors have closed for me for the last time. I'll never have my own couture business, never own my own home, never get to fall in love with my goth prince. So for two years I've written nothing. But I know I must pull deep from inside- to encourage others,to help where I can , to continue to fight this cancer. Because even if my plans are done , there are so many others who depend on me to be there to help make their wishes, hopes, dreams and goals a reality!! My resolution- to write again to keep perspective, lest I ever think my life, no matter how small it's gotten, doesn't matter!