Sixteen years ago, I was married to a great guy named Pete, my high school sweetheart. And then in our fourth year of marriage, the unimaginable happened.
Wrapping your head around the fact that you or a loved one has cancer is no easy task. After my 46-year-old husband was diagnosed, we were in a state of shock and paralyzed with fear. Here are six things I wish we had known at the beginning of our cancer journey.