April 7th, 2007: It was about one month before my 32nd birthday. My son Ethan was 16 months old. My daughter Sydney had turned three in February. My husband and I had been married for eight years. On that day in an emergency room in New Jersey I was told, as a nurse stood next to me crying, “You have colon cancer, you have tumors all over your liver.”
“Say that to me again. Say to me you have colon cancer,” I asked.
The emergency room doctor looking very sad and strikingly helpless said, “You have colon cancer.”
I asked, “And I have tumors all over my liver?”
“Yes,” he replied. With tears streaming down my face, I repeated, “Say that part again too. Tell me I have tumors all over my liver.”
He did as I asked.
The nurse touched my shoulder, whispering as she wiped her tears away, “I am so sorry.” (more…)