The awesome parts of life so often intersect with family.  Here, I am blessed.  I have an amazing wife and a wonderful daughter.  It is not awesome that they too will accompany me on this journey.  Perhaps, I think, the effects are more insidious on them.   My wife is a former cancer nurse, and is not pleased, at all, to be expanding her knowledge base of metastatic cancers.  Our daughter is clever.  Six years old, but clever enough to know that I am not telling her the truth by telling her, “the doctor said I will get better quicker if my daughter takes over cleaning up the dog poop.”   She graciously accepted the “and lots of hugs” part.    I have been jonesing to go out and buy a BMW.  Before we knew the results of all the tests, and our minds wandered to all the dark potentials, I had declared that I really wanted to own a BMW before I died.  Michelle advised me, as a perfect pragmatist, that I could only get a BMW if my brain scan was dirty, and THEN, I could only lease it.  This is why I adore her.