Sitting around the game table on any ordinary Sunday evening, she stares at her cards in her right hand while she lays her left hand across her chest. How should I play this hand? Her fingers brush against her collarbone and she notices something else there. A lump.
So starts a story to which at present has no end. Only the beginning of appointments, tests, tears, the unknown. What will this journey bring? Hope, faith, strength, love and a stronger bond than this already close-knit family could have.