Chuck and I were invited to attend a cancer survivors' support group that recently started up in our area. We went to our first meeting last night, and frankly I wasn't expecting many people.

The room was packed. So many people, with so many different stories, but all dealing with the sane Beast. There were a lot of tears shed; a lot of bravery and faith. And an instant forming of bonds between people who'd never know each other before.

There was a couple sitting next to me who I was chatting with at the end of the meeting. It turned out that Chuck was scheduled to drive him to his treatment this morning, which is where he is now.

I don't think I've ever seen so much love and caring in one place. It was a perfect way to spend Velentine's Day evening.