Tenacity. A favorite word of mine. Because I like the way it rolls off the tongue. Because I like what it means. Persistent. Determined. As in, determined to live well despite not-so-great circumstances.
This describes Hubby with cancer. One tough guy. Today we walked a 3.2-mile loop of the Deschutes River trail. A new distance record for him since completion of chemo and radiation.
We’ve also resumed our after-dinner walks. Earlier this week, we came across this flower growing out of a gutter in the neighborhood. It reminds me of Hubby.
Talk about tenacity. This flower has pluck. Hanging in there against all odds. Surviving in limited resources. Doing what it was created to do, even in less-than-desirable circumstances. Yep. Hubby.
What if we could all live our lives that way — with or without cancer?