Mighty one that’s what my mama calls me and has for most of my life. Full of piss and vinegar and a whole lot of fight. My papa calls me Princess. Not the delicate kind. The kind that runs through fields barefoot in an Alexander McQueen dress. That’s me…Princess Mighty One.

But today I’m feeling like just Ginia. I’m scared and crying a wee bit. Today I go in for a biopsy. They found a mass on my hip that looks suspicious. I won’t know till next week but today I could sure use some prayers.

Even the mighty get scared. And today I want to put down the sword and be lifted up and protect with prayers, love and laughter. So the Princess in me says give me what I want! Thank you….I appreciate it. ♥️