Ill Intentions

She waits.  An hour passes by.  She sits waiting.  Another hour of life gone.  She sits, continuing to wait, until finally she hears her name called.  Anxious, tired, afraid but ready to face whoever this stranger is that has invaded her body.  She's ill.  Not sure what is going on except the encounters she's having with fatigue, aches, and sporadic pains.  She's unsure of what doctors will say.  Unsure of how this stranger will continue to affect her body.  Unsure of a body she'd once been so sure of.  Her reality is that she has two choices.  She can choose to be sick, give in to the fatigue, stress and fear and allow her life to be controlled by this invasion.  She can choose to live despite being so rudely introduced to this unknown stranger and push everyday to keep moving forward.  She chooses.  She chooses.  She chooses.  Everyday.  She chooses.  

~Dee