I told her. I finally told my wife, Carol, that the cancer is back and there is nothing more they can do for me. I thought about asking the preacher or the hospice nurse to deliver the bad news, but in the end, I felt I owed it to Carol to tell her alone and in private. Well, I don't know if it's women's intuition, or if my behavior gave it away, but she already knew deep down that the cancer was back and that it was bad. Of course, she still fervently hoped and prayed that everything would work out. Well, she cried for a solid day after hearing the bad news. I love her so much that I cried too. Then Carol decided that instead of crying, we should create a list of the things I/we want to do while I still can. My mobility and energy will surely decline, but right now I'm able to get around and I feel up to traveling short distances. We created a list of 25 things and have already started checking things off. That's how my wife is, always there for me and always brightening my day. I'm glad I told her.