For the record: Jelly was better

Given a choice, I'd rather be the jelly smooched between slices of bread then a layer of an open-face sandwich.

It's not my choice.

I can only choose to focus on now, this second. That's enough. Breathe. Pray. Grab a bigger plate.

To understand, read Sandwich woman: Spread between cancers. My father died while my daughter was a few miles away in another hospital, getting prepared for her cancer treatments.