Do you ever sit back in amazement that you're still here?

This just randomly hit me today. This illness has affected me since I was 9 years old. I'm 34 now. The odds haven't always been in my favor. Much the opposite, I would say.

Imagine if you flipped a coin and it came up heads 25 times in a row. Wouldn't that seem incredible? Sometimes that's how I feel about being alive.