HEARING ABOUT NEW LIFE BEING BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD

 Hey Imaginative People, 

When you're cooped up in a room with bad news, you don't automatically look forward to anything. Moody young adult putting walls up around themselves to shut out the world sums it up. Then after a few hours you find out the greatest news ever. New life. Another little human to lift your spirits up. Even though you'll get less attention, you have to suck it up from behind your guarded ivy covered walls. You use them like a shield to protect yourself from being forced to open up to people. You might not be in the mood to smile, because you've been taken out of the spotlight for a second, but hearing new life has arrived in the world brings an ear splitting grin on your face. 

Looking at the picture of a beautiful baby girl can make your hardened strong out look on the battlefield of cancer melt into a puddle of goo. There'll be wagers whether it's a boy or girl. Knowing you won the wager puts you on top of the world. You know you've got a new person who's gonna annoy the hell out of you, and love you all at the same time. Even if they turn out to be wild like Mowgli and Tarzan rolled into one. Holding a baby in your arms make you fight another day. It makes you live. To know you're gonna be an amazing auntie and give them the time of their life makes you hang in there for a little bit longer. 

It keeps you focused on one goal. That is to get better, to get back to having that bubbly personality, even if it takes time and effort to get back to being yourself. You can be jealous of a little human. You're the one who was getting all the attention. Now you have to share it with other people. You have to walk through a blazing trail of fiery pain to recover. It gets worse before it gets better. You've gotta look forward to miracles like having a new niece. You might have competition, but you need to take the high road and see that everyone will run to a baby instead of you. You can have an internal battle with yourself about it.  

Some advice I'd like to give you would be:

'Be happy that you've got a new family member. It'll make you have someone to take your mind off all the scary cancer stuff.'

I'll leave you to chew on that. 

Enjoy.

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