I miss Marcus. One week he isn‘t feeling very well and the next he is gone. I wonder if he knew and kept things to himself. He’d often say that you never knew when your time would come and enjoy it while you can. I miss our Friday afternoon phone calls. They were work calls but we‘d often end up discussing family, politics, music,... I’ll think of Marcus, my father, my grandfather who have died of cancer, my mother who is becoming a 30 year survivor and my friend who is currently deciding if treatment is the right option for her or should she just enjoy the time she has. I’ll remember to celebrate each day as I’m teary-eyed and grateful that I‘m able to run.