The 1%

Last night I was thinking that I'm in the 1%. Not the 1% financially. Not necessarily the 1% of survival rates for brain cancer (it's what I want but not my point). I'm 1% of the 7 billion, the luckiest percent in the world. I feel like I have one of the best lives. An amazing husband, great family, wonderful friends, amazing support, a warm comfy bed, clean delicious water filtered or not from the faucet, a wide variety of healthy foods at my fingertips, a safe home, a friendly community, gorgeous Seattle weather with no real annual natural disasters, free speech, the right to vote....I mean, really, I've got it made. Here I am with medical care, terrified of a possibly life saving treatment and I've been missing the whole point. People die from trivial ailments, and I'm getting the most advanced therapy in the United States for brain cancer. I'm lucky in life. I am the 1%. And this 1% has a temperature of 101. I'm going back to bed. But I'm going back to bed with a smile :) and some serious gratitude. I think my warrior is getting her game face on.