This photo popped up on my Facebook memories today. It's of Mama and the girls during a birthday lunch for her in Charlotte. I scanned the screen for the date. A year later she will have decided to stop the chemo and let the cancer do it's thing.   Over the next month she'd feel great. I would come home one day to, "are we sure I'm still sick?" That night she would present John and me with a plan: she had already sold her car, so she would want to borrow one of ours to volunteer at the church office a few days a week. (She will have missed working a great deal.)  John and I would exchange glances that said, "how exactly are we going to manage THIS one?" We'd put her off for a few days until things would start to go downhill, reinforcing that, yes, she WAS still sick. We'd spend the next few months getting in lots of "lasts," though we wouldn't call them that. Road trips would be tough by then because she would never know how sh...