“There are a ton of things that could go wrong here,” said the Boss.
Unfortunately, we were halfway up a mountain at the time. A mountain made of mud. Hiking: it seemed like a good idea at the time.
“I could get dizzy and fall. And then I’d get a cut, and because I basically have no white blood cells, I could get an infection and die. Also, my heart is beating really fast, and I think I might have a heart attack.”
I turns out that when you’re going though chemo, climbing a mountain isn’t maybe the best idea. Especially when you’re halfway to the top when this occurs to you.
So we sat on a log, and we looked at the vista. And Lulu and I told the Boss our big news: we’re running the Scotiabank 5K in the fall in her honour. Of course, she’s running the freaking half marathon (TWO MONTHS after her last surgery) but, hey, for Lulu and me, a 5K is a commitment. Then we talked about side stitches and shin splints and run-walk intervals. We sounded very impressive. Also, a few tears might have been shed.
And then we went back down. Slowly. And not because of any chemo-induced fatigue, but because that dang mountain really was made of mud.