So my Aunt Sandra is seriously ill. She was diagnosed with cancer about ten years ago but has been in remission for quite awhile. Just before Christmas she got a bad chest infection that wouldn't shift and she finally was told the bad news - the cancer is back.

She's been fighting it since then and seemed to be responding well to the treatments, but yesterday we were told she was taken into a hospice and the doctors are being optimistic when they say she has two weeks.

Two of the strongest people I know are my dad and my Aunt Sandra. My dad died from cancer when I was 19 after he fought it all the way, and now Sandra is facing the same fight. She is remarkably positive and I know she will not give up. Her strength in the face of this is humbling and just makes me grateful for every moment I have with her.

Real strength isn't about muscles or being able to tow a twelve tonne truck, it's about courage. Having the courage to remain positive in the face of adversity. My dad had that courage and I know Sandra does as well.

Blessed Be