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Almost nine million people watched Farrah Fawcett's documentary on her anal cancer journey. Almost as many as the number of cancer survivors in this country.

Fantastic. We learned that Farrah is way more than a pretty face and gorgeous thick hair. That's how I always thought of her, at least. That Charlie's Angel with everything in the world. Men adored her physical beauty, tacking up that sexy poster everywhere and fantasizing about her soft, sweet voice. Women wanted to be her, pure and simple.

Yet cancer knows that no celebrity is immune. It taunts us, like the devil.

Watching Farrah praying and going through her days, exhausted and trying to cope with the stress of learning her cancer was returning to the original site and in her liver, I was awed by her spirit. Somehow, some way, she held it together even when her partner Ryan O'Neal, friend Alana Stewart and son Redmond O'Neal felt miserable, hopeless and lost.

That spirit is what sustains you through the cancer journey, the trek no one wants to take.

Dr. Wendy Schlessel Harpham was a doctor with three young children when she got the news no one wants. In 1990, the news yanked her across the great divide from physician to patient, as she writes in "Happiness in a Storm: Facing Illness and Embracing Life as a Healthy Survivor." She had non-Hodgkins lymphoma, a slow-growing cancer of the lymphatic system with no known cure.

As a doctor, she knew that what matters is not how long a person lives but how she lives. As she went through the dizzying cycle of tests, treatments and fatigue, she made a promise: "I will learn how to live my life most fully despite illness and maybe even because of it."

She was happily married and only 36, with children aged 2, 4 and 6, when she suffered from excruciating leg pain that led to her diagnosis.

"For them, I've always had blue eyes, brown hair and cancer," she writes. Their youthful honesty and outlook helped her shape her own attitude. As her oldest daughter Rebecca described, "Sometimes she's in treatment, and sometimes she's on a 'mission,' " her term for remission.

When Harpham's colleague also was diagnosed with lymphoma, Rebecca's response was: "You two can be survivors together!" Not exactly the way an adult reacts when he gets the news.

It's all part of being in the CC, the Cancer Club. It seeks you for membership relentlessly, whether you want to join or not. Like a nasty used-car salesman or a thief in the night.

As more and more people are learning, however, that devil can be dealt with. It may take your body parts, your hair, your physical beauty, but it can never rob you of your soul. You will always be the same person you were before cancer, only stronger. A new normal, as some of us like to call it.

Have you hugged your spirit today?