My son told my husband recently that my husband's 'runway was getting a bit short.' (He was diplomatic enough not to comment on mine!) I've thought a lot about that statement and I don't want to get to the end of my runway regretting that I didn't do something. The thought's been cropping up on a daily basis as I watch the hospice caregivers change shifts while they care for our next door neighbor who has terminal cancer. I've wondered what's going through his mind.