"Momma, are you going to die?"

These words cut through my soul like none other.  My eight year old asked me this after I explained to her what's going on with me and why I cannot come home right now.  A long time ago I promised I would do everything I could to live to be a 100 years old before I died.  I still have 55 years to go so you better believe I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep as close to this promise as I can.  At the same time, being the parent I am, I don't like to lie to my kids.  So when she asked me this question I simply told her "Jamie, the doctors and I are working really hard to make sure that doesn't happen for a really, really, really long time."