There's a woman at work, one of the Supervisors, who is undergoing radiation therapy for breast cancer right now. Two weeks before the surgery (it was contained and in an early stage) her mother-in-law had died; this past June her mother had died.

She's had a really lousy year, but she told us that if we didn't keep "harassing" her as we have always done she'd drop right over the edge. And so we do. She's out this week; it's the "high point" of the radiation therapy and she said that the area "looks like cooked meat" but she also knows that from now on the dosage goes down until it's over.

In the meantime, we just let her know we care -- with a book truck professionally painted pink and currently in use for a breast cancer awareness display and pink wristbands (except that mine broke when I tried to put it on). And of course we all yell at her, as requested.