wild ice

Sunday was a perfect day for skating.  25 degrees and sunny, with the wild ice looking like a Zamboni had been there overnight.  We could skate along the rock outcroppings for a good half mile, maybe longer.  We had friends visiting for the weekend and the kids couldn't get enough ice time despite bruised knees and elbows. Their cheeks glowed from all the exercise and beauty.  Me, I watched in awe as Andy skated circles around everyone.  His body still remembering the years and years of hockey moves.  Here he is feeling strong, lungs pumping fresh air, legs and arms swinging as he races across the ice.  The kids stop to watch and yell, "come back Papa and skate with me".

Next Monday we go to Mayo to talk with the Sarcoma team there about the latest scan results.  The tumors in his lungs are still growing, though not as aggressively as they could be.  The scan didn't detect cancer in any other organs.  We'll take it.  Funny how good news can become so relative.  

We aren't sure where this path will lead next.  For now we revel in the beauty of miles of ice and the sound of children's laughter bouncing down the valley.