Benny, the brother who died of cancer two years ago, farmed and always brought peanuts in straight from the field. He'd pull up with a truck load of peanut vines and we'd sit out until lunch time picking peanuts off the vines while we visited and carried on, and then we'd boil them outside in big old wash tubs just like they used to.

With all the children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and in-laws, she still knows everyone's birthday, how old they are and what their favorite food is. Plus she can tell you all about anyone who comes to see her, what they had on, what they said, how long they stayed and where they were going when they left. She has not forgotten a bit of that.

It really has been a daunting task. I know Enid is proud of this facility.

We expect well-informed treatment for cancer or heart disease; it matters no less for depression.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004.