The wind whistled past my ears as the thick clouds swirled around us. It felt good to just stand there and escape reality. Escape the stresses of work and difficulties of family. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in the cool, crisp air that can only be found on the highest point of a mountain. The abnormally large mosquitoes buzzed about my head, but I didn’t care. It felt serene and natural. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Stress was becoming a prominent part of my life which is why I had to get away. Steve and I stood at the top of that mountain, trying to take everything in. The smell, the sound... the height. Steve was my best friend and part of the reason why I was stressed. A month ago I was diagnosed with leukemia. The doctor said I only had a limited amount of time to live. You can only imagine my family’s reaction to the bad news. Freaking out about my limited life was an option, but I preferred to live it to the fullest.
One of the things I wanted to do was climb this particular mountain. I told myself that if I could make it to the top then my life hadn’t just been wasted meeting deadlines and missing countless family dinners. Steve wasn’t very comfortable with doing this, saying I should spend my last few weeks with my family, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t want my wife and kids to see me as I grew weak, lying in bed and waiting for my end to come. I didn’t know much about my illness. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel; when I was going to die. The only thing I knew was that one day, I’m not exactly sure when, my family and I will be reunited again.
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