When I was going through all my heart, lung and cancer tests in late 2011, and the doctors had prepped me that I might have something fatal, the most single devestating realization was that I might not live to see my kids’ graduation from high school, that I couldn’t be there for them as they moved into adulthood. Five years later, I continue to see the favorable side of the 50-50 odds I had when I was diagnosed, and most importantly I was able to see my son R graduate high school this past June. Presumably, I’ll be around to see L’s graduation next June (knock on wood). What an amazing gift that is, and I am eternally grateful that I was given this chance. Am I tired? Do I hurt? Do I miss playing sports? Yes to all of these. But I feel like those are pretty awesome trade-offs as compared to what I was looking at just a few short years ago! I’m feeling pretty darn lucky and happy.