Steve's thoughts about now.

My voice has been quiet lately on this blog. "Let Maryse tell her story", because I have done my job, set up the technical means, encouraged, pushed a little to make sure that she wrote. As always, I play the enabler and then back off. Sometimes that's appropriate and good, sometimes though, more is wanted from me. In this particular life-drama I am a central player.

Coming to the end of this chemo cycle, is scary for me too. It is like a hard journey across dry and unfamiliar rocky land,
...with few signposts as to whether we are headed in the right direction, but trusting that we will come to a safe and green place. Thankfully we have friends along the way to give some shelter and sustenance. But now, we arrive at a shore with vast seemingly calm-ish ocean in front of us. How far away is the distant shore? Is it a good normal place? It's always the question when embarking on a journey  into unfamiliar territory. Terrifying? Interesting? Painful? Exhilarating? Becalmed?  Fast, slow or all these in turn?  I chose Maryse as my sailing companion those many years ago, and we are doing this trip together like we have traveled before. But I have been feeling seasick even before we came to this beach. Quick, the Dramamine!

I keep looking out for navigational sign posts. I got all my navigational gear, and the galley is stocked well, I hope, for this part of the trip.We are going to continue on, living each day as we have, enjoying our family, friends, lives to the max.

Maryse says that she thinks she is coming to the end of blogging here, but I hope not. I think that many of you, and others, are interested in her way of thinking and being, and not just the cancer part.

What do you think?