I just texted my brother to ask him if he would play a song with me when I get better. I sent him the chords and the link to a video of my favorite version of it.

The second I hit “send”, doubt crept in. I wondered why I was even doing this. If it was foolish to make plans like that, and if I’d ever even get to sing it.

It started to really sink in that maybe I was acting prematurely. Then I heard my phone ping.

“Of course.”

My brother’s text doesn’t magically mean everything will be fine, nor does it somehow speed my recovery. But it does one big thing: it gives me hope.


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