A few years ago, I bought a bracelet at a clothing store I frequent. It's a simple silver bracelet that reads "hope." I bought it because part of the proceeds went to the American Cancer Society, and a good family friend was still a fresh survivor of breast cancer. I found the bracelet a few days ago in the bottom of a drawer, and I wear it now for that same friend. That beautiful, funny, sweet lady has a battle once again, but this one came with a vengeance. The cancer is in multiple places, and it is inoperable. In her true form, she is letting no one see her sweat. She is fighting to keep her spirits up and stay her spunky self through the whole battle. The doctor didn't give a specific time (but we are hoping it's a lot), but maybe that's not a bad thing, because she is spending whatever time that may be doing what she wants and what she loves, as she should. As we all should, really. Something I have taken away from Sally's experience is ther...