Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I received photos of our granddaughter riding a pony,  and she looked elegant and confident.  Her mother rode as well, and we have many memories of events and competitions and horses and grooming and ribbons and excitement.  Our daughter told us this time last year that she had stage four cancer, her breast cancer returning after only four years.  This time it was in her brain as well.  Flash forward to this year, when her treatment is going well, she looks and feels good, and her future extended comfortably.  There are so many new drugs and treatments, her her first option has worked wonderfully.  She's tenacious, and she also loves her life and friends and family.  Lots of people are fighting for her, praying for her, willing her body to remain strong and fight this challenge.  Our daughter is fighter and so is our granddaughter.  Last year I was devastated, but now I know there is hope and doctors and researchers pushing for better tools to use to keep people alive and with their loved ones.  We ride the horse, the horse doesn't ride us.