“I wasn’t happy with your last report,” Doctor Sorenson remarked. She ordered multiple scans before and after Elizabeth’s treatment. “This time I want you to stay here for three days,” she told Elizabeth. “We’ll need to run additional tests.”That Friday Doctor Sorenson came into Elizabeth’s room carrying an armful of charts and X-ray films. Her solemn expression told everyone that something was terribly wrong. Claire edged closer to Elizabeth. Doctor Sorenson nervously slid her eyeglasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “Have the headaches been getting worse?” she asked.Elizabeth nodded.“Any vision problems? Pain in your back or legs?”Elizabeth nodded again.Claire was shocked. “Liz, why didn’t you say something about—”“It wouldn’t have helped,” Doctor Sorenson interrupted. “The chemotherapy treatments are no longer working. Elizabeth’s tumor has become extremely aggressive and has almost doubled in size over the past four weeks.”Claire gasped.
