Logically, Sherri should have squeezed every moment of pleasure out of life during her remission, but the mind does not function logically, as Fat had figured out. Sherri spent her time anticipating the loss of her remission.

Her life won’t differ much when her cancer returns,” Maurice said finally. “Does she talk about her cancer?”“Yes.”“To clerks in stores? Everyone she meets?”“Yes.”“Okay, her life will differ; she’ll get more sympathy. She’ll be better off.

You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?" Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer.""Did he show you slides?"We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.

Cancer... the process of creation gone wild, I thought.