The prognosis remains unknown, as the story is still being told. Cells within the body are forever evolving, waiting to respond to the message fed to them. Hearts are continuously connecting, feeling the energy all around, bringing it in to process. Those messages filled with magnetic energy, sending pulses throughout the body.

Tell me our bodies are not a miracle! They are designed to show us the way, carry us forth, within this life of learning, yet we treat it as though we own it rather than have a relationship with it. The heart knows far beyond what we most often allow our brain to process. How could one prognosis, diagnosis or otherwise title be given to an ever-evolving thing in which we never truly know the outcome, as it is always being written?

No, I say to all those who want to give a label, or diagnose with their tablets and send reports to specialists for further evaluations. No, I shall listen to that which speaks more profoundly and holistically, my heart. No, I get to choose, not you! My prognosis is unwritten, write it when I have left this body, as that will be a tangible, inarguable diagnosis. 🙂