The first week that James was in the hospital, a co-worker delivered homemade soup to my home. I had casually mentioned to her that with James in the hospital, I hadn't found time to get groceries. A week later, another co-worker showed up with soup. A week later, another co-worker made soup for us. When a fourth co-worker asked what type of soup James could eat, I finally figured out that they were in cahoots. They saw me struggling and jumped in with soup buoys. If love and kindness could only cure his cancer.