My sister and I, were talking on the phone yesterday, as we often do. Suddenly, she said something that totally took me by surprise. She said: Nesie, we are both dying, you know that right?? She said: We both just keep running from Doctor to Doctor, trying to prolong our lives. We are both type 1 diabetics, with several different health problems that have been caused from the diabetes. I totally understand her frustration, and concerns. But, excuse me, I am not dying. I will take my last breathe, when my Father chooses for me to, not a moment sooner. Do I get frustrated, scared, sick and tired, of being sick and tired??? Of course I do, I am only human. But, I refuse to lay down, and give up. My time is not in my hands, or any Doctor's hands. It is in my Father's hands, and that is a great place to be.