And as I knelt there last week with my head buried in the toilet once again, I asked myself if it really is worth it.
Then I woke up on Saturday morning and Kyle told me that someone I never met, but had much in common with, had lost her battle the night before. And I'm given that slap-in-the-face reminder that there is now a little boy whose mother will not be there to wake him up for his first day of kindergarten, or smile at him from the audience as he shyly stands on stage for his first school program, or be that stalwart lighthouse as he grows into a man.
And I remind myself that it really is worth it.
|Even when I'm sick in bed, there's always room for this.|