It’s a lovely, cool summer evening. Ordinarily, I’d be out on the deck, enjoying the gentle jangle of the wind chimes as I sit in my Adirondack chair and watch the sun settle into the trees on the horizon. But tonight, I’m standing beside my bed, looking at the lovely pink T-shirt I got today.

Alongside the shirt is a yellow ribbon, on which I’ve written the names of friends and family with cancer. Some are gone; some survive. Two numbered bibs (#26) rest beside the ribbon: one...

