When my young husband was diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer, the oncologist told us that the tumor had grown to the size of a softball and only surgery could remove it, along with his entire hip and part of his femur. And from there we could only wait and watch for the cancer to metastasize to his lungs. That night, I dreamed that we were walking down a familiar backcountry road together and suddenly the season changed from Spring to Winter. In seconds, the sun was gone and a cold wind was whipping us. When I woke…