When Your Worst Day is Still Pretty Good

Okay, it is Thursday night, and I have been in bed with the flu since sometime on Monday. I don't recall ever feeling this poorly this long, but I do know one thing: This too shall pass.

Today my heart goes out to all of the dear people who take chemotherapy to try to whip some cancer, and the treatment makes them feel so sick, for months at a time.

In light of that, a silly little flu is just no big deal at all.

I'll be back soon, stronger than ever.