Soon after entering the West Virginia University Cancer Institute’s infusion center, I met a young woman with closely cropped hair, elaborate makeup, and intricate cat-eye glasses. Her outfit was loosely but artfully layered in bright colors. I’d been collecting patient stories for several months by the time I spoke to Lacie Lee Wallace, a Wheeling-area visual artist, mother of two, and thirty-four-year-old patient with metastatic colorectal cancer. Over two years, I would work with more than seventy cancer patients, directly or by editing stories collected by creative writing MFA candidates and medical students, but Lacie’s story stands out for many reasons, particularly because when I mentioned “narrative medicine,” her face lit up.