September is ovarian cancer awareness month, and, as a survivor, it always reminds me that life is definitely a journey.
Most of us forget to value what we find most precious, and many just get lost in the day to day humdrum of the 24 hour cycle.
Sometimes it just takes a good day to re-find our spirit. But other times it takes a miracle.
It had been a tough couple of years. I often joked that when our container of possessions came over to the states from England in January 2001, a giant mirror must have broken on the ship, because it definitely felt like we were getting a lot of bad luck.