I'm writing a book about my wife's battles with metastatic malignant melanoma, survival despite a prognosis of death in sixty days (eight years ago), and learning to live paralyzed from the chest down as a result of the cancer. Her life went from active, self-sufficient career woman, very suddenly, to a life spent entirely either in bed or in a wheelchair, unable to do the most basic things for herself, such as personal hygiene, etc., lacking even the ability to turn over in bed, yet able to enjoy some of her life despite all this and the ills that tend to befall someone so handicapped, such as chronic, debilitating pain, diabetes, breathing problems, etc., etc. The power of prayer is explored tangentially, but is not the main thrust. The main thrust is hope. There is always room for hope.