We studied the visitor center information, carefully chose our trail so as to get in a view of a waterfall and set out on our way. I think I was the most enthusiastic of the five of us. I love being outdoors and always have. I led the pack and hurried on to the trail. Until I saw what began the trail. A giant staircase. Larger than I had imagined. About one hundred or so more stairs than I imagined. Steep stairs. They were daunting. My soaring spirits sunk to the soles of my shoes. I was so doubtful and bewildered at the thought of climbing all of those stairs with only one good lung, on chemo meds and more than a few extra pounds.
My girls and Andy reached the top in no time. My rescue inhaler and I paused and panted and stared longingly at my family waving back at me from the top. My girls yelled encouraging statements, "Common, Mom, you can do it!"
Finally, I arrived at the top of the daunting stairs. Huffing and puffing, legs shaking and adrenaline pumping. Above all that, pleased, satisfied and grateful - SO grateful to have made it all the way up there. The girls giggled wildly while skipping along the path, Andy was busy keeping up with them and worrying about one of them falling off a ledge while I continued to lag behind. Then I turned a corner only to discover more stairs.