Cancer can be a strangely incongruent disease: subtle, slow almost silent. Until it isn’t. One year ago yesterday, Bella was as playful, friendly, and quirky as she had even been. A year ago today, everything changed. She became lethargic, uninterested in playing and struggling to eat. We’d seen the warning sign for several days; we knew this day would come, and we feared it for weeks, but there’s really no way to prepare for it when the change happens. I was fortunate enough to have a long break between semesters when, for the most part, Bella was relatively healthy. The warning signs were there of course. The tumor under her…