Ever Singing For Joy

I am convinced that one of the toughest parts of terminal cancer is the last leg of the journey.  Grief, frustration, lamenting, the unknown, failing physical health, cognitive decline... NONE of these are strangers these days.  To that end, though, neither is grace, patience, gentleness, understanding and Hope. There is a great deal of struggle to write part of this post in a way that doesn't come across as cold or without emotion.  To be honest though, that's the world I live in at the moment.  We'll call this a season of survival on my part; the colors of emotion are muted and an intentional push to handle the tasks set in front of me.  Internally, I feel like I've adopted the phrase, 'Work the Problem' as a daily credo for it seems that each day or set of days bring with it new sets of challenges. I mentioned it earlier, the last leg of this journey is going to be remembered as the toughest of the entire process, at least on my end.  Until now, I've been