At dinner last week, Fast Eddie's response to TBG's "How are your symptoms?" elicited a delighted belly laugh and a big, big smile.
"Once the doctor told me I was cancer free, I was so happy that nothing really bothered me for a long time. Oh, this hurts or that's awkward? So what! I am cancer free!"
JannyLou and I exchanged a loving, knowing look. We'd had that conversation many times; talking about life with a reverence and respect that, perhaps, was somewhat lacking before we both didn't die.
We looked at her husband as I talked and she nodded.
"Isn't this just the best place to be? You've faced it, you're okay, and it's not as scary as it used to be. Every day is a good day, right? "
He stopped. All four of us took a moment. And then we smiled, bright, beaming, up to the eyebrows smiles as the reality sunk in. The sun came up and we were here to see it. By definition, that's a good day. Anything else is whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry on top of that fact. It's liberating.
Unfortunately, the initiation process is pretty rough.