Cancer is all around me these days.
My good friend and running buddy, Teri, passed away after a year and a half of living vigorously with the beast. There are too many good things to say about her and others have already said them. So I’ll leave it at that.
I do keep thinking back to how we met. I was marathon training and planned to finish the last 3 miles of my 20 mile long run with some local moms who met regularly. Except for Teri was the only one who showed up. She definitely carried me that day.
I don’t know what that says. I just keep thinking about it.
Around Thanksgiving my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I was at the Denver Children’s Museum when my mom texted me. It had spread to her lungs. There was a clot. Ruby was dressed up in a squirrel costume and I felt like I was living in some kind of alternate reality.
The last I heard from Teri was a text apologizing for not being able to talk to me about my mom. She could barely drink water at that point. Yet still trying to carry me I suppose.
This weekend we’re traveling to Denver to look at houses. Ours sold yesterday. We’re moving. From the end of one cancer and one chapter in life to the beginning of another.
It’s sad, but there are also moments of joy. My mom heard good news today that her body is responding well to chemo. And I’m looking forward to watching Elway play the Super Bowl on the big screen in my parents basement.