My sigh of relief is audible all the way from across the street on Thursday afternoon as I pull a healthy, homemade meal out of the cooler on our front porch. This meal is there every week. It is constant. It is nourishing. It makes my night doable. It reminds me every single week, that there are community members still supporting our family. It reminds me that five years into this cancer thing, we are still getting support from Living Journeys.