[embed]http://youtu.be/Ov1SOhwfbys[/embed] I'm struggling to make sense of things in my life. Changes. Reminding myself not to make people and things a priority when I am obviously just an option. Will there ever come a time when I don't have to tell myself "it's gonna be ok"? I went back to this post that I read a few years ago. The prayer. I think of my friend and fellow nurse, Michele age 48, who died this past March of colon cancer. Survived by her children, her fiancee and her parents. I dry my tears and pick the pieces up and remind myself at least I have the luxury of writing this damn post to begin with.