The wind blew through my hair and sun danced across my skin. And it was then, that I was subtly reminded that amidst any suffering, there IS strength. It is whether we choose to see it feel it or not. Surrounding me was not only the most beautiful place and cleanest air, but the strongest and most supportive family and friends.

I took a deep breath and remembered that I was truly lucky to be where I was and to have the support to get there.

Despite everything, I was where I needed to be.

It was the day after my birthday and I was paying for the fun I had. And no, I don’t mean from drinking or eating too much cake. Just too much sun and too much fun.

I was sick to my stomach with what felt like a hangover, my face was swollen, and my entire body ached something fierce.

A good friend was visiting from out of town. Thankfully she has known me through this journey long enough to understand that sometimes plans have to be adjusted with me. After some guilty feeling wish-I-could-do-more tears of mine, we settled on this casual drive up the mountain that couldn’t have been any more perfect.

It really doesn’t matter what you do, it’s what you take from it, and who you do it with.