The day her life changed was a difficult morning for her. The sky was overcast and light rain softened the land. Days like this brought pain, her joints ached and her head throbbed. It was days like today that she cursed her frail body. On these mornings she could not even muster up the strength to paint, so she lay awake curled up in bed. “Celeste.” Her mother called from the door, a tentative excitement in her voice. She pretended to sleep. “Celeste.” She called again, a little closer now. Knowing she would not leave until she received an answer Celeste groaned. “What?” She grumbled. “There’s someone here to see you.” From the excitement in her mother’s voice, she knew it was another doctor. This had happened a thousand times before and each time her mother seemed to draw from a bottomless reservoir of hope. Celeste on the other hand knew better but didn’t have the heart to break her mother’s. Rolling over she motioned to let them into her room.