Strong vs Weak

As I glanced over my shoulder, tonight, at Gerry's feeble figure basking in the glow of the hospital TV, I was taken back to another time which was much different.
It was a few years ago that we decided to sell the big upright piano that Jen had, sometimes reluctantly, played. She loved music but never really enjoyed playing the piano, much to my chagrin. Since she was now on her own we chose to pass on the piano to anyone who would pay $300. We received a call and after giving our address, a half-ton drove in the yard. Expecting a crew of men to exit, we eyed a little ancient man with the money in his hand. He backed up to the front door and Gerry started to move the unmovable. The old man, at the back of the piano, held his hands on the sides as Gerry tugged with gritted teeth and grunted as sweat broke out on his brow. As the piano advanced, the older one remarked how heavy "she" was, even though he was bearing about one-tenth of the weight. The piano moved magically as I stood back giving directions. Finally, it was on the truck, parting words were said and the old man drove off, happily.
This morning, Gerry could not sit up in bed. With the help of my sisters, we got him to the hospital and he was admitted for a bladder infection. He is confused and very sick and will be in the hospital until this clears up. I am wondering about the "benefits" of chemo.
Gerry has a saying...."I have a strong back, but a weak mind." Right now the only strong thing is cancer.