Sometime in August of 2009Bobby said his right lymph node was swelling. He was going to see the doctor. He didn't sound worried. I wasn't worried. I almost forgot to ask him what the doctor said the next time I talked to him. Doctor wasn't concerned. Was Bobby concerned? Hard to tell. I was excited because he was coming for a visit. He lives in California. We live in Idaho. He came in September. He looked great, he looked healthy. We went on a hike in the Owyhees. Planning to do a Grand Canyon hike maybe next year. We've been saying that for awhile. Bobby is a wilderness guide. He LOVES the Grand Canyon. He says it sets his soul on fire. When he was little he spent hours in the desert near our home collecting bones and rocks and the occasional tick. Before he knew how to tell time we'd put a watch on him and show him where the big hand and the little hand would be when it was time for him to come home. He had no fear and neither did we. This started when he was 4 years old. What were we thinking!!!!
He says he might come home for Thanksgiving. I hope so.
