My aunt is going to Omaha today. She'll be there for about a month, in isolation, for cancer treatment. They are going to be killing off ALL of her white blood cells and beating her body down to nothingness (they have a good start already), in hopes to rid her of this evil.
I complain for being tired, but she's more tired than I will ever know.
I complain of a headache, but her body hurts more than mine ever has.
I complain about being stuck inside because of the cold and snow, but she won't be able to go outside for entire month.
I have no reason to complain. All I can do is be thankful for what I have and pray that she recovers for the hell she's been (and will be) put through.