This cancer journey was full of pain and hope. It taught us the meaning of hurry up and wait. It showed us how to press deeper into our faith. Together, we survived the long commutes between our home and several big city hospitals. We lived through the inconvenience of temporary relocation for the purpose of treatment. We spent money we didn’t have and racked up credit cards to pay for hotel rooms and fast food. We endured long hours in waiting rooms praying that the results of the last scan or of another surgery would show promising results. There were tears…, lots of them! But there was more laughter than tears. We learned that cancer patients are cold…, always. And when there were no more words to be said, there was at least the reliable comfort of a Warm Blanket. Most of all, the long road instructed us in the ways of love. Loving each other was easy when we heard the words “remission”…, but was altogether something different when we heard the words, “terminal”. It’s been eight years since Lindsey died. The pain and the grief are still as real and raw as they were the day she left. All grief is tough…, but child loss is the tiger of all grief!