She walked into the sparsely occupied cancer center, sat down, and started talking to another patient in the waiting area. The 72-year-old gray-haired woman was a bubbly breath of fresh air that stood out against the hushed background noise of the room.

During her open conversation, to anyone who wanted to join in, she disclosed that she’s in her fourth year of battle with metastatic cancer. Ms. Bubbly had lost her fingernails and hair in the past, which all grew back. She was attempting to infuse hope into the other patient, who was in her 2nd year of battle.

Ms. Bubbly was very aware that her time was limited. She was told she had 2 years to live if she continued treatment, and she’s making the absolute most of it. Ms. Bubbly declared she was blessed because she was granted a little more time. Her joy was unmistakable when she thought about her trip to Greece, which was a check mark on her bucket list.

It was her infectious exuberance that shone a ray of light in that oncology waiting room. A place that had seen many miracles and last-ditch efforts to hold on to life. Just looking at her, one would never know.

“Cancer sucks!” Ms. Bubbly made a strong declaration that drew both laughter and nods of agreement. She was preaching to the small choir but with a humorous spin. It may have been 10 minutes in her presence, but she was certainly quite memorable.