"Last night I had a nightmare," a mother of three in tennis shoes and a gym outfit told me. "I don't remember all of it. I just remember that I had fallen over a cliff and in mid fall I had caught hold of a branch. I was hanging on for dear life wrestling in my head with different voices: some saying hang on and others pleading, ‛Just let go’. I woke up still fighting with that question and realized it was all about my cancer. Should I fight or should I give up?"
