Lost another dear friend to cancer. So many beloved friends and family fighting that fight, and I often contemplate the reality that I may soon join them. You never know when it’s the last conversation you’ll have with someone. You bump into them at the local mercantile—of all people, you bump into them. You catch up a bit, talk about old times, and they never say, “Oh, by the way, I’m fighting for my life.” And looking back you wish you had lingered and hugged them a little bit longer and given them reason to keep fighting.