The sister started a 2nd chemo about six weeks ago, maybe nine. The first round of chemo seemed to be doing the job on the cancer, but the cure was worse than the disease. She was exhausted; her blood counts were wack. Not good. So, the 2nd regime was started.She had a Pet scan last Monday and we got the results yesterday. Not good. Some of the disease which had been stalled or shrinking were growing again.Next Monday, if all the doctors concur and the insurance company is ok with it, she'll start on her third chemo cocktail.The sister remains optimistic and determined. She is more patient under this duress than I am in mid-day traffic. I am taking notes.Through it all I have been extraordinarily impressed with the outpouring of love and support from her friends. Drawn from her church, a central part of her life, other parents from her kid's school, former neighbors and co-workers, these people have stepped up and maintained a high level of support since last November. Meals delivered - multiple times a week, trips to the clinic for treatment, trips to the hospital, a housecleaning service, and, of course, just being a friend.It is kind, and no less laudatory, to help someone over a few weeks. It is astonishing and redemptive to watch her friends support her over these seven months.With no end in sight.