A Year Since the Crash...
Exactly one year ago tomorrow....life crashed. How can two perfectly fine adults, one in pain, of course, but holding hands, walking upright into the medical clinic at 1:15 on December 15, 2016, possibly be prepared for the kind of news we were about to hear. I picked Sam up at work and we went to the doctor's office to hear the results of his CT scan. We knew it could be serious -- our daughter was recently in remission for lymphoma, and having lived through her chemotherapy treatments, we were prepared to hear that this pain Sam was feeling was something serious. We were not prepared to hear the words that came tumbling out of the doctor's mouth without emotion: "You have cancer . It's pancreatic and it has spread to the lungs, bone," (other places I can't even remember due to my fogging out), and the worst -- "it has collapsed several vertebrae and that's where the pain is coming from. It's the worst of the worst that I'