Many memories fade but there are some that survive the test of time. They are usually simple things... a piece of news, a trip, a special occasion and yet they linger in the mind and influence us without intention.,I remember it clearly...,I was eight years old when I heard the news... Auntie Amal had cancer.,The hardest thing is that cancer can be a slow and silent visitor... it quietly tiptoes into our lives and gets to work. It begins picking away at our hopes and dreams; invading our privacy, silently taking hold of our homes and families and friends.,And when cancer finally controls enough it announces its victory, raising its flag triumphantly over our broken bodies and shattered lives.,Homes empty, ambitions scattered to the wind, dreams turned to nightmares... that is cancer. Taking the hopes and expectations of our future and turning them to dust... that is cancer