Just Share It: Holley Gerth
everyday is a journey.
It is not growing like a treeIn bulk,
doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak,
three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a dayIs fairer far in
May,Although it fall and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measure life may perfect be.
Her struggles in life were with fertility and mine with cancer. They may seem miles apart, yet the pain and hurts are the same. I, also, have been asked many questions on my cancer. People ask me, because they want to believe in hope. They want to believe, especially when they are hurting. I hope you enjoy.
Hurt, Hope and Making it through Life’s Hard Times