Friday, May 12, 2006, was Diagnosis Day.
I remember the time of day.
I remember how the room looked.
I remember what the doctor was wearing.
I remember the tone of his voice when he told us.
I remember that we went to Biscuits Cafe in Oregon City afterward to talk it over.
I remember getting sick on the meal.
I can still see us driving to Sunriver for the weekend to try to figure it all out.
15 years might have been too much to ask. Or too little. Or just enough.
I truly do not know anymore.
5 years later, we returned to Sunriver when 2012's recurrence happened during the same week in May.
That was 10 years ago this week. You told me the five reasons you didn't want to die:
- You were too young
- You didn't want the kids to have their mother taken again
- You wanted more time with me
- You had more things you wanted to do for God in ministry
- You hated cancer and wanted to show it that it wouldn't win