A nurse we met in Flagstaff put us in touch with a family in San Francisco. We were invited to spend 2 weekends with a woman battling Glioblastoma.
My head on her chest, while she rubbed my back, she told me funny stories of dogs she knew in her life. She threw tennis balls against the bedroom wall and I would retrieve and jump back onto her bed. We would continue this until we broke the lamp on the dresser. Later we opened the bedroom door and she started tossing the balls out, down the stairs, onto the slippery wooden floor where I would skid across the living room. I could hear her laugh which made me run faster. Her son joked that she never let him throw balls in the house.
It was difficult to leave this courageous woman whose spirit glowed with love. What comes from her heart goes to the heart.
...returning to Alaska
Sully's Trip to San Francisco