We sat and talked while the baby slept nearby. She had just given birth six days earlier and was still feeling the effects. Until she's feeling 100%, her husband picks up the slack. He brought snacks to us, carried my gear, and ran for wipes. She and I talked about how lucky we were, two girls with good guys to take care of us. Hers with her new baby, mine with my cancer struggle. We feel the love. And know how incredibly lucky we are. Good men are hard to find; I know, it took me a long time to find mine and I'm not letting him go.