Even when I was hospitalized twice, and when you lay in that bed thinking about what you're going through, my family and friends were the main reason I kept fighting.

As I was snuggling back into my bed after getting up to use the bathroom, I breathed a little, "This must be like heaven." I love my bed. I love the "ahh" that comes with getting warm and smelling fresh sheets. I also love how it feels to get clean when I'm dirty and eat when I'm hungry. So, I'm thinking that maybe we still get cold, and dirty, and hungry in heaven. And, that's going to help me enjoy getting cold, and dirty, and hungry in earth (or in this body) just a little bit more.

When it gets bad enough, where it is affecting academic work - crying, can't get out of bed, a feeling of hopelessness - that is when people need to get help.

I lay awake in bed at night, thinking about how it will feel. How great it will feel to win it.

Am I holding on, thinking that surely he's going to figure out that I'm right? Is there some possibility that I'm not? :-)

I walked over to that track thinking about so many things. You make a mistake on a relay like this, it can mess up your whole career.