Taking one for the team

Lots of thoughts swirl through my mind throughout the day. The most encouraging concept is the feeling that I’m taking a hit for the team. 
Statistically, people get tumors. It’s what happens. I’m grateful that it’s happening to me, instead of the people I love. I’d take this over my family, friends, acquaintances and even strangers. I mean, what if because I’m a notch the brain tumor list, someone else’s name is removed? And it should be me. I have a security net of lots of people, from my innermost circle to long-distance family and friends. There are people praying, lending support, sending love, and filling me with strength so that I can break through and conquer this adversity. 
I’m serious about what I’m saying. I’m not a martyr. I don’t regret any of this situation. I’m not angry anymore. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared though. I like my personality. I like my ability to adjust and adapt and grow as a wife, sister, daughter, friend and as a human in general. If I change completely because of this and my loved ones have to grieve for the Holly they lost, I hope I can at least evolve into a wonderful new Holly with determination, tenacity and soul. Only time will tell if I’ll come out of this with the same cognitive abilities, memory, language and movement. The outcome is out of my hands. 
For now I just thank everyone for all their continued support. It means so much more than so many people realize. I’m constantly overwhelmed by the amount of love I have been shown. I have been moved beyond words by the kindness of family and friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends.