Italy in Autumn
A few days ago, Wynn and I were flying home from a trip to Italy. It was a long day of travel and the end of an amazing journey. I never thought I'd be able to experience an Italian journey within my cancer journey. A few months ago Wynn suggested going to Italy because I was doing well and he feels that we should do as much as we can, while I can. Having never been there, I was totally on-board with the idea, but also strapped with worry...What if we get there and something happens? Will I be able to get home OK? What if we put out a lot of money and at the last minute my health doesn't allow us to go? Trip cancellation insurance is hard to get and expensive when one has cancer. Wynn has a wonderful way of moving forward when I'm stuck in a place of indecision. He ignores me...you know, in that "loving" way only a husband can. Mike, Ann, Wynn and me at St. Peter's Square In the p...