comedy was about what was wrong with the world — people laughed because something was too big, or too small, or too much, or not enough. Quirks and e… - Gilda Radner

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

The more I protested about this ambiguity, the more Joanna pointed out to me that it was both a terrible and wonderful part of life: terrible because you can't count on anything for sure — like certain good health and no possibility of cancer; wonderful because no human being knows when another is going to die — no doctor can absolutely predict the outcome of a disease. The only thing that is certain is change. Joanna calls all of this 'delicious ambiguity.' 'Couldn't there be comfort and freedom in no one knowing the outcome of anything and all things being possible?' she asked. Was I convinced? Not completely. I still wanted to believe in magic thinking. But I was intrigued.

There are no guarantees. There are no promises, but there is you, and strength inside to fight for recovery. And always there is hope.