One of the most frustrating things about cancer is that it holds you and life as you know it hostage. Your every thought, waking and sleeping is consumed with the disease and its limitations. Then you meet an angel like Maryann, who wipes the slate clean, has an answer and solution for every setback. Her compassion comforts you and supports you. Can't see well enough to read? Maryann reads it to you. Can no longer drive, even to appointments. Maryann arranges transportation. Instead of worrying about the disease, you find yourself trying to solve the puzzle of Maryann. How can someone be your rock and at the same time a soft, warm "pillow" of compassion?