I had completely given up on this until today. I had decided that I felt too sick and too tired at the end of chemo to make it on any vacation and still have fun. Donald agreed, based on how bad he saw I was feeling. And then, I got much, much sicker.

Today I am starting a long, slow road to recovery at Gram’s house. And she interrupted my nap today to tell me that she had a plan for when I was feeling up to it – we’ll drive to Mackinac, and take the cruise up there, with dinner and drinks and sightseeing. It’s about two hours, she says, and we can stay the night and come home. This sounds managable and fun … and why not? If it takes me a year to accomplish this goal, I’m still gonna do it. So there.