Duncan, I didn't know about your illness, but I am so pleased for you. Cancer is one of the most awful things a family can face, and your comment of "the fears that have taken my Family hostage" is so completely true.
One of my grandfathers died from cancer, as did one of my grandmothers. My father had cancer, my Mom has had breast cancer twice, and my sister has once. It has to be an terrifying experience just to receive the diagnosis. And it is hard on everyone in the family and their loved ones as there is absolutely nothing anyone can do but submit to treatments and wait and see about the results. The helpless feelings that the victim and their loved ones feel is just bone crushing. Hostages, indeed.
I know the joy you and your family are having since you are around the corner on "the big C" as my Dad used to call it. When I found out my Mother beat it the second time, I was so numb I really didn't function for almost a week. I was so happy I let just about everything in my life go for a while. As for my Mom, when she was finally cancer free, she alternated between crying and not having her feet touch the ground for about 6 months from the utter joy of being here on God's green earth for a while longer.
I don't know you personally, but reading your posts here, seeing the pics you post and the way you interact with everyone makes me think you are a very fine human being. I am very happy for you and yours that you beat that nasty stuff back. Score one for the good guys!
Here's to a long life for you, full of family, friends, and knives!
Robert