Just over six years ago I was transitioning back to work after being home with my two young kids. I wasn't working for long when I discovered the tumor in my  9 year-old son Sam's leg. He was soon diagnosed with an aggressive bone cancer called Ewing's Sarcoma, and my job once again needed to change. For six years we faced two fights, the fight against cancer, and the fight to live well. I lost my most remarkable son in August, 2016. My journey is new and unwanted once again. While I stumble through the darkness of grief, I want to continue the fight to live well and I am here to write about the pursuit.