I don’t want to. I’m over it. I’m sick of doing it. I was talking to my partner, Brandi, at work this week about having to go to chemo this week as well as getting my heart tested. And I simply said…I just don’t want to go. I’m so sick of having to take pills, have blood drawn, more tests, chemo, weight check, blood pressure, etc, etc…I’m just sick of it.

I hate being told what to do. Want me to wear something blue to a party? It might be a teal dress. That’s kinda blue without being blue. So when I have a lifetime of being told I have to take these pills at this time and have chemo at this time. It’s exhausting. And I don’t want to do it.

But I do. Because I have to. Because at the end of the day it keeps me alive. And as the wise and extremely talented Miley Cyrus said, “always gonna be another mountain, I’m always gonna wanna make it move.” I just need to remember it’s the climb that matters. And I have some pretty kick ass hiking boots.