(This is the fifth in a series about my late husband Bill’s experience with cancer in 2015-16.)

A dish filled with candy sat at the check-in desk at the UC Cancer Center in Fort Collins.

I was grateful for the sweet gesture when Bill checked in for his chemo treatments.

Amidst sickness, small, sweet offerings came into our lives.

In October, Bill fractured a bone in his back when he tripped on our staircase.

After a hospitalization, he spent two weeks in a rehabilitation center in Fort Collins.

His room was located in an eight-unit wing, which featured a small dining room where patients ate meals together.

Every morning, I drove to see Bill just as he and several other patients were finishing breakfast.

I found Bill’s table-mates good-naturedly teasing him about ordering a second c

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