Kristin "Kourageous" Katich

While getting ready for the day, I noticed an unread text message on my phone. It had come around 10:30 the night before, well past my bed time. It read, "I think I'm coming down with something." Gasp, exhale and then Gasp once more! Those were the foreboding words Kristin had spoken to me about two weeks before she was initially diagnosed. At 6:00 in the morning, the day was still young. My mind had already gone through a very complicated to do list of who to call, arrangements to be made, & items to pack in a matter of minutes. While in the warmth of the shower, my mind went back to earlier conversations with Kristin during the week. She had mentioned she felt like she was coming down with a cold. A cold? That was certainly do-able. My hurried mind sighed and then relaxed. "It is probably just a cold Leslie....she's fine." Darren, never one to panic, echoed the sentiment.I drew from the comfort of blessings and promises she has been given and tuck