IN AUGUST OF 1991, I was told I had brain cancer, and my chances of living another five years were, at best, 50-50...
When word of this leaked out to my friends, two of them began a letter-and-card-writing campaign, and all the pilots employed by our airline got involved. The response was overwhelming. I received stacks of cards and letters every day. My doctors and nurses also let me know that they were interested in my recovery, gave me a lot of tender, loving care, and the treatment that I received from the radiation department where I took my radiation was incredible. And the all-female team in that department deserves special mention for its perpetual smiles and supportive attitude. My pilot buddies collected enough money to send me and my whole family to Disney World for a beautiful vacation. Surrounded by all that love, I couldn't help but get better. I am now classified as a cancer survivor, and the support of my friends continues to this very day. I am convinced that "friend therapy" can be a big factor in recovery (via Ann Landers column).
KneEmail: "Two are better than one... For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls for he has no one to help him" (Eccl. 4:9,10).