After a week of rain, the sky turned blue and welcomed the sun with a crisp spring morning. The Rocky Mountains aglow in the morning light -- Longs Peak tantalizingly teasing me in the distance.
Today will be a whole new day. After my seemingly daily doctors appointments, I'm off towards Longs Peak. My sweetie is taking me on a drive to Rocky Mountain National Park.
Still recovering from surgery, it seems like a million years ago and just an hour ago. I'm not used to this. I'm used to sprained ankles and bug bites (spider bites being my specialty). Cancer is forever. Every turn reminding me. I still wait impatiently at the doctor's office for him to utter -- we've made a mistake, the lab mixed up the results and you don't have cancer. But they don't say that and I would not want that for then another would have cancer other than me.
I've been handed my potion: six chemo treatments of Cytoxan and Taxotere followed by five years of hormone therapy.
But today, I will sit shotgun as I ride up into the mountains towards Longs Peak. It may tease me now, but I will stand on top of Longs Peak ... and countless others in the Rocky Mountains.
