The other day, after a forty-five minute drive home from work, I faded into the couch and turned the TV to the only thing you can really watch at five o’clock in the afternoon, the news. I’ll be honest—don’t you love when people say that?—I kind of hate the news. I’m not a fan of bouncing between crappy weather predictions, sports highlights, and who got shot within the last half hour. It’s reality, but it’s depressing. I would rather slip into sitcom oblivion than come face-to-face with every day issues. But I found myself drawn to an interview with a woman whose youngest child is battling cancer, and losing.