Mile markers. In my running days, passing any mile marker was a boost. One more mile to log in my notebook. This past week included a different sort of marker, a five-year mark, as I let go of a medication I have taken for five years, since earlier in my cancer journey. It felt like one tool in my kit and I’m a little bit unnerved by letting go. What if?
And yet . . . letting go, even for good reasons, always holds a step into an unknown future. My controlling side needs reminders of that. Reminders too, of the long days when I could hardly picture or dream of getting to this 5-mile mark. Yesterday I was here to celebrate our oldest’s 30th birthday. I am here to watch wedding plans unfold. I am here to hear heartwarming stories from our daughter’s life as a teacher. I am here to not help our kids move apartments. (Always learning 😉 ) I am here to get to know our children’s significant others. I am here to soon watch my mom light 91 candles. I am also here to pray and listen as others are in the midst of their own grueling marathons. C, A, K and C, I pray for your milestones and I cheer you on.
writing along the way 