It came back with a vengeance. They thought they had gotten it all, but additional tests proved otherwise. Now the doctors were talking about removing his palate, his tonsils, and maybe, even extracting some teeth so they could insert a voice box. My heart sank with the news of my dear friend's prognosis. I tried to cheer him up, but his spirit was sinking rapidly like a rock thrown into the creek, and I couldn't bring him back. I wouldn't give up, though. Prayers from friends and family were plentiful and intense. His house was being transformed into a handicap-accessible structure. He was writing his will. But I wouldn't give up, and the prayers continued. Then, I, personally came face-to-face with the biggest dilemma of my life. I was out of cigarettes, and here I was trying to comfort my cancer-infested friend. I stood at the crossroads, abandoned my matches, and moved forward.