My uncle, after years of depression from war and more cigarettes then a camel
could carry, developed brain cancer. Being a huge Led-Zeppelin fan he thought that
while listening to the lightning quick riffs of axe master Jimmy Page the chemotherapy
might successfully defend against his enemy... death.
I couldn't sneak a guitar into the hospital due to heavy volume so I brain stormed and
played Stairway to Heaven on a violin during visits.
God wasn't ready for him to walk that stairway because the tumor turned and took a
different one down to the exit and into remission.