Patience at a time when things are hard
It's so weird to have such an odd start
When sickness sets in it's a whole different game
Each moment is precious
Every decision the same
Slowly moving forward
Apprehension is high
Take in a breath
Hands to the sky
Try to keep fear from fogging my brain
Keeping composure
So I don't go insane
Each little choice is a hopeful chance
To move things towards a more positive stance
Health slowly comes back
But I take it in stride
Not wanting to get too excited
Before the results completely unwind
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue
Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue is a Midwest-based author known for her captivating lesbian romance novels, compelling mysteries, and heart-pounding thrillers. To find out more, visit: http://www.nicolehigginbothamhogue.com
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