“Dr. Winn, Nancy is about as sick as a person can be. I don't know if we will be able to get her into remission." He paused, momentarily looked out the window, and before reengaging, took a quick gasp-like breath that could be heard across the room. "If we can't achieve remission, she won't last the week . . . I am so very sorry." His definitive words were like the period at the end of the sentence. Final. No, they were worse. They were like the space after the period at the end of a sentence at the end of the paragraph at the end of the essay. Nothing more to add. Nothing more to say.” DeathDyingCancer Book:Night Reflections: A True Story of Friendship, Love, Cancer, and Survival Source: Night Reflections: A True Story of Friendship, Love, Cancer, and Survival