Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.

Living with an incurable illness isn’t hard,
waking up every day with pain isn’t hard.

Having an ileostomy bag isn’t hard, 
losing hair and vision isn’t hard, 
feeling insecure about my body isn’t hard.

Giving up desires and canceling plans isn’t hard, 
enduring 4-6 hours of chemotherapy isn’t hard,
feeling misunderstood and alone isn’t hard.

Constant hospitalizations and doctor visits isn’t hard,
a PICC line in my arm isn’t hard, 
countless tests and procedures isn’t hard.

Being so weak that I stay home all day isn’t hard, 
taking over 20 pills a day isn’t hard.

Not knowing what will happen and no answers to why I can’t get better is hard.