Notes from my journal about this time last year

As I open my eyes each morning. I think to myself... What will today bring, pain, etc. I think it would be great to have quality of life not quantity of life. It does not matter how long you live if it brings you and others around you pain and suffering.

As I sit on the porch of my camper looking into the home of the enemy, I think will I ever get better, or will I get taken down by something that is the size of a poppy seed.