Day 22 After cancer a good day is measured differently...

I woke up this morning.

I walked with out any pain.

I hugged my kids every chance I got.

I went to a baseball game, taught my boy to take off his hat as he gazed at the flag.

I stood for the national anthem and got tears in my eyes.

I sat next to a drunk guy who was very happy to be cheering on the team.

I got to see an old friend.

I got to help someone who needed it.

I got to be with my parents.

I got to hold my lovers hand.

I got to tell the people I care for I love them.

I get to go to bed with some peace.

Today was a good day.

Love,

me