My mother in law has terminal cancer and will only be with us for a few more months. Yesterday we started walking together. I pushed myself further with each step; letting the fear come with me instead of controlling me. Today I did it again, then went for a drive to chase an ice cream truck with my kids. The first time I placed an order or paid someone at a “store” in over a year. Fear isn’t winning; I am. I’m so proud of myself!
