We will make it, and when we do, the mountain air will be clean and crisp. The Earth and everything on it will be covered in a fresh layer of pure white that will sparkle in the golden sunlight. So clean and new, and ready for us to make whatever marks and tracks we want to in it. The sky will be a shade of blue so beautiful that there isn’t even a name for it yet.

Here is the sequence: Up (early, abruptly and not by choice), screaming (usually the children), coffee if you’re lucky, short-order breakfast shift, cleaning, entertaining, cleaning, entertaining, cooking, cleaning, refereeing, reasoning, begging, bargaining, bribing, cleaning, errands, cleaning, cooking, bathing, more reasoning and bargaining until the eventual and most welcome bedtime.

A collection of photos from late January to mid February.

So whats next? Well, I’ll tell you...next week is currently slated to be her last week of chemotherapy treatment. Five horribly, torturous days with extra shitty (pun intended!) side effects is how we’re going to end this thing. After that, she gets some time to rest (about a month) before we can scan again. That will put us right back where we were almost a year ago.