Physical activity is one of our cancer team members. And although I enjoyed the exercise – nine miles round trip, 1100′ elevation gain – and although the scenery is incredibly beautiful, the trail never too far from the sound of Fall Creek tumbling down the mountain, still …


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… still, there was something missing.

Hubby, in his slowing-down state, talked me into joining up with the cancer-kicking hike group yesterday. Probably to get me out of his hair (what hair there is after chemo).

Me: “I don’t want you to feel left behind.”

Hubby: “I know how much you love hiking; I want you to go.”

I don’t think I’ll hike without Hubby while he’s still here with me. Because there was a lonely spot in my heart along the trail. And a hole in this photo where he fits perfectly.


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One of the green lakes at 6505′  flanked by South Sister to the north


And because time with him is precious. Because time represents life. Because we don’t know how much time remains, whether we’re dealing with terminal cancer or not.

Someone once said:

The time will pass anyway. You can either spend it creating the life you want or spend it living the life you don’t want. The choice is yours.

The life I want right now is living side-by-side in the moment with Hubby. Not shelving our dreams, but enjoying this time together (together being the operative word). Heart overflowing with gratefulness. Counting blessings.