We capture it and then it slips through our hands like sand through an hourglass.

Hope is elusive.

It gives us the energy to stay in the fight.  Even when the cancer is pushing past the chemo and radiation, we hold on to hope, praying the body will rally.

That is what a care giver is doing tonight even after the doctors who have cared for her sister have said it’s time for palliative care and then hospice.  They say they have nothing more to give.  The cancer is in places where the load will soon overtake the body’s ability to rally.

Hope is the last thing to go.  We hold on to it long after the treatment list has been checked off.

It’s not that we’re in denial; we’re not.  It’s just so hard to let go.