My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen
I don’t think I could ever be this open photographically showing my wife slowly dying. I couldn’t do it, but this is beautiful.
couldn’t not reblog. tears. literally.
Found this at the market one day. Probably the best thing I bought on my trip! #winchester
And I’m having a rush of optimism and positivity flooding over me. Fear is present, but only in an exciting way, and doubt has disappeared for the moment. As of late I’ve begun to realize the incredible feats that come along with boldness. I’ve also realized that I continue to latch on to my ever-constant habit of being quite eager about my far-off future. I’m trying to remind myself that it doesn’t matter yet; I have no control over it. I’ll get there, and I can’t skip over the very important near future to do so, nor do I want to. Excitement is in the air. It’s scary as hell, but it’s going to be totally worth it.
I just started getting obsessed with watching segments of Inside the Actors Studio and Jane Lynch just said the most perfect, comforting statement I’ve heard in reply to a student asking for advice on graduating and meeting the “unforeseen horizon”:
“If I could’ve erased the fear and the anxiety and the parade that passed by me and the ‘What’s next? What’s next?’ and just had faith in my life, I would’ve been a much happier person. If you can do that for yourself, remind yourself as you’re waiting for the next opportunity. And you know, it might not come rolling in at your feet. You have to move, move, move in order for something to fall into your lap.”