My daughter’s senior trip was planned far before my cancer, not that I planned cancer by any means.

As the time approached I was in the midst of my chemo, and a decision had to be made as to whether the trip would be feasible for me or not.

I didn’t want to disappoint Courtney and I didn’t want to delay treatment, but after several conversations with my oncologist and also my best friend it was determined I could go.

My friend also stepped up to the plate to go as well, to keep an eye on both of us, but I know it was to be there for me.

What a relief and joy — I could still be mom and enjoy the planned occasion.

A bus with teenagers traveling the hills and valleys of Europe and with a small group of adults on board was both challenging and rewarding.

I found that I stood out in a crowd as I really didn’t see other bald-headed women and I became somewhat of a spectacle that we all laughed about.

It was just too hot to be traveling with a wig or a scarf and we stayed in hostels and hotels and slept on the bus and trekked up and down hills and toured the area.

If anyone knows Al Hartick, he was our tour guide and a great one at that. We did not do a snails pace, but more often a triathlon.

I missed few of the events and was supported by all on the trip.

I never knew I could have so many caring hands and hearts.

It was a whirlwind trip and although much of what I remember comes from the pictures that were taken, I am so glad that I could share that time with my daughter and with the support of my best friend.

That is what movies should be made of, not the violence and hatred and killing we see so often and have become indifferent too, but the caring and loving environment that mankind does have and share.

Often, although I was an anomaly when out and about, kindness was offered wherever we went.

A door, a chair, a drink, a gesture of any amount was deeply appreciated and none went unnoticed.