I had to call our insurance company today to check on some follow-up care for my husband who just finished treatment for a recurrence of tonsil cancer. The woman there who helped me immensely, Dorothy, was not available. Turns out her husband was diagnosed with cancer in November and is likely not going to survive. He's in the hospital now.

I was speechless and could have dissolved into tears. I don't believe his cancer is oral but that doesn't matter to me right now. The point is that this woman listened to me blubber and cry on the phone back in October when I was investigating our options and the days were dark, she figuratively held my hand as we navigated and confirmed where my husband would be treated, and she reassured me time and time again that it was her pleasure to help me and my husband get better and heal.

I wish I could help her. Cancer is such a beast.

Loretta