Scouts

I decided to accompany the Scout troop on a camping trip this weekend for a couple of reasons. First, they needed me to pull the trailer up to the Little Miami River (north of Cincinnati) and secondly because Boy Scouts has remained a solid anchor in my life since Chris died and life must go on. This is also the time to tell the rest of my friends that I have cancer, now that I know for sure I will have an ongoing battle of some description.
I am not physically able to join the guys on the canoe trip because of my shoulder surgery just over a week ago, but Steve Cullen stays in camp with me to keep me company. I decide to tell the boys tonight about my cancer, they are a big part of my life after all. When I get them together after dinner I tell them the whole story as much as I know it, withholding any information about long term survival rates. I promise to answer any questions for them that I can and that I will never lie to them in my responses. I also tell tham that I will keep them updated on any new developments. That was a tough conversation to have with the boys.