Most people look forward to something that helps them get up in the morning. Maybe you hate your job, but there is always a weekend, vacation or retirement to get you out of bed.
Maybe you long for a child but can't have one. You can have hope in adopting, or you can influence the children you know of friends or family.
Maybe you are in prison, or a hospital recovering but discouraged. There is hope for your release...someday. Life may be different, but it is a life.
It could be you've lost all your worldly possessions in a disaster. But hope lies in rebuilding and the relief your family is safe.
I feel there is nothing to look forward to for either Steven or I. I am nauseated when I reflect on what our future holds and have no idea how we will endure. Terminal illness leaves no room for the future. The road has a big block at the end of it and you can't go around, over or under. The road stops here. Of course we both know God can heal and will, should that be His plan. So that is my hope, but it doesn't help the nausea.