Well, i finished 50 miles yesterday, having run the last half of the course.  I learned that patience and steady as she goes is the name of the game as i flew over Hope Pass to start and may have stressed my knee a bit. It was a glorious morning, a young deer bounded across my path, and various birds encouraged me along my way, flitting from trees and fence posts down the path as if saying, "come one, come on..."  I learned about my strategy going forward, to just take each section one at a time without trying to be superfast, that i can push through knee pain and blisters and keep going all the way in to the finish on time -just to keep going and not give up.  My dear friend was there for me every 10 miles to be my aide stations, pouring me gatorade and coffee and changing wet shoes - and mostly being there and cheering me on. Running (uphill, thanks) into Leadville was psychologically boosting, and i imagined how it will feel to come in to the finish line at the actual event.
So, of course i look to the similarities to this and Rory's road.  It is taking gigantic patience for her parents to wait for surgery and be weighing vastly differing medical opinions on how to move forward, some scarier than others.  This week, Rory sees a naturopath to detox her little body of some chemo on Monday, parents consult for another opinion on her surgical and treatment plan on Wednesday, and endures a full day of presurgery scans on Friday.  She has been asking to try to walk with her foot brace on, taking a few assisted steps and expressing that she's "a little proud of herself".  Way to Go, Rory!!!  Only two, and she is keeping on- through the frustration, pain and trauma and unknowns to be all that she can be.  She, too, can look to all the folks that are there to aide her every step of the way, cheering her on.  That support is invaluable and makes everything else do-able. 
Thank you all for your involvement on all levels, every little bit is unfathomably huge in the pool of support that she needs.