We used to be "rock stars" at the Oncology office. I would bike over 65 miles round-trip for my check-ups. That is one cheerful sight in an Oncology office. They would put my bicycle behind the desk while I checked in for my appt. James would drive up and meet me because he hadn't fully recovered yet. We had our appointments back-to-back so we could be together at both appointments. Then James kept getting worse while I improved. Seeing him today, so frail and weak, with me in tears after the discussions about scans showing the cancer advancing, upset more than one member of the staff. The cheerful check-in lady looked on as James struggled with his cruthes to get to a chair to lay down while I got the car. They were all cheering for us to belt out another song. They didn't know we changed our tune, to violins.