After her lung surgery, we almost said no to Antarctica.
I already knew what a second time meant. If it came back once, it was going to come back again. The first time she was diagnosed, I refused to believe that. We were going to be the family that beat it. We were wrong.
We said yes anyway.
She stood on the snow in an orange jacket with Asteroid on her chest. She made it to Antarctica. Most people never do.
We were not collecting trips. We were collecting memories with her.