CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR – FIGHTING CANCER

Remission. After weeks - no, months of unrelenting darkness and despair, that single word shone like a beacon of pure, radiant light. A strangled sound tore from Kayla's throat as tears sprang, hot and blinding, to her eyes. She clasped Lance's hand to her cheek, pressing fevered kisses to his knuckles. "Lance...oh sweetheart, did you hear that? You're beating this damn thing!" Elated, grateful sobs wracked her shoulders as she drank in every detail of his face with a renewed sense of adulation. "I knew you were strong enough, baby. I just knew it." Whether by sheer force of will or the innate stubbornness ingrained in his DNA, Lance Storm was defying the odds and clawing his way back from the brink. Of course he was, Kayla chided herself for ever doubting it. This man was a force to be reckoned with. And if anyone could vanquish an enemy as formidable as pancreatic cancer, it was Lance Storm. Over the next few days, giddy euphoria buoyed Kayla as she witnessed Lance's gradual ret