Allison Mack: (when she was six and witnessing her mother fight cancer) With the same quiet potency the cancer had used in its approach, my feisty, tender, sweet mom began to crawl her way back to us.
Amazing. They could rob her of her hair, her curves, and the rose in her cheeks. They could cripple the body that had carried two children, played tennis in the sunshine, and even, for a time, quiet her laughter. But her love for life was beyond anything they could touch. It was invincible.