John Updike croaked the other day leaving a poem bout a shrug not a hug grieving his over due demise ahem well golly gee woe is me but lives go  on  and on and none of them is going to be so impoilite as to agree. Still, he mistook his course rhyme is no crime but forced, of course like death    ... read more

It seems that there are few people alive today who have not been touched in some way by cancer. Everyone knows a parent, a friend, a distant cousin who has suffered from this most private invasion. Some of us have won the fight, and others have lost. Ordinary people go about their daily lives striving... read more