Every Day Lived Since Cancer Seems Like Sweet Victory

Thirty-nine years old.  Four children, ages 10, 11, 15, 17.  A husband I adored.  A much anticipated vacation a week away.  A phone call with the message, "You need to see a surgeon.  Your mammogram results are suspicious."  "We're leaving on vacation in a week.  Can it wait until I get back?"  Silence…