Michael in Mountains

 Michael is dozing and the new chemo drug is infusing through it's pump with a dutiful little rattle into the port that has taken three cycles of chemo drugs into my dear husband's system over the last seven weeks. We have had our lives fairly blasted apart by this cancer he has (somewhere in his belly--perhaps gastric, perhaps appendiceal-- we don't know the primary.) It started with increasing girth but became pain on December 14th. We spent Christmas in the oncology unit. In a way we've adapted to it and to what we need to do to balance on the avalanche of the double whammy of cancer and chemo but my stomach is in knots with each new thing...like this drug and it's side effect profile. We'll see...

 I'm sorry to hatch this out now on our readers.
Here's something more palatable. Michael was feeling well during the week he used to have for chemo recovery so we fired up the Veggie Voyager (on settled veggie oil and bio-diesel from the folks in Grass Valley,) and went up to the mountains around Tahoe.

 It was so reassuring to feel so normal and so filled with the sweet mountain air and feel our muscles and lungs and the wildness around and within us. Also, to be in our cozy space and free to wander.

 I've been posting less as my world narrowed to pace with Michael's but you can see that he's holding on to what he loves and his amazing constitution and strong will aren't letting him down any time soon. My thoughts and feelings range wildly sometimes but it is good to know we are on the path of living each moment, each day and as fully as we can fill the cup without spilling it.