Cancer

One of our beloved clients has just been diagnosed with cancer for a second time. The charming woman I met back in August of last year is now a shriveled, bald, weak person. Just in those six months, she went from walking to using and walker, and yet, she is here, in our office, having a meeting with Paul about her taxes. I suppose that after beating cancer the first time, she can take this diagnosis in stride; she is still laughing, making jokes, and being the sweetheart I met six months earlier. But if it were me, I might feel like this is the end. I might feel defeated. I might not even try. I might let the cancer have its way with me. Then again, I might find the strength to go on, to beat it one more time, as I am sure she wants too.