Earlier in class while bored out of my mind I wrote this absolutely ridiculous poem and had all intentions of posting it here for your entertainment, but then I was reminded of how quickly priorities can change in life. I had just been complaining in my "poem" about how long the class was taking and how awful it was to sit through and then I was reminded how important the minutes of the day are. When someone tells you that you are defying odds just by being alive and that you only have a projected six months to live every moment becomes precious. (I am not this person, please don't freak out). It also was a good reminded of how important it is to enjoy the time that you have with those that mean the most to you no matter how many rough patches you have had in life. It's a time to stop and think about how you impact so many people and how you have to do everything and anything that you want to. Don't keep putting it off until tomorrow because you never know how many tomorrows you will really get. Cancer is an absolutely terrible thing. I've dealt with its effects before and here I am yet again. I know you can beat the odds and I know miracles can happen, but at some point the miracles run out and sometimes the odds surely don't look very promising.