I gave you 50 claps. The maximum because you are fighting to live, and I know exactly what that feels like. And I can’t tell you that everything magically disappears because it never does. It is a constant struggle. But the majority of the time I hold fast to the truth it is worth the fight to stay here and see what happens next. I am occasionally pleasantly surprised. And just like for you, it is those little things that fuel my motivation to persevere.