I didn't know Will Steele, but today is the anniversary of my father's premature passing (many years ago), so this thread stirred a lot of reflection--as did one from last year when he discussed returning to running after cancer treatment. I read through that earlier thread, the fear, but at the same time the hope that maybe he'd be able to come back--and the hope that others shared. And even though he didn't survive this cancer, somehow that hope remains real, present, life sustaining. We can only embrace the life we have, keep living it one step at a time, dare to believe in a future that might or might not happen, because doing so is part of being human, part of what connects us to life, to ourselves, to others. My father was not sick long, and as a doctor, he knew the prognosis, yet whenever he could, he tried to be present to us. As he weakened, there was such a strong spark, and that remains for me something to remember and cherish. I felt that in reading the thread that Will/ "Cancer guy" started. We don't know what's coming around the bend, but we have today, and that's what we need to make count.