Day 1 I was called to Dr. Allen Anderson’s office. His assistant called at 1:30 to say I should plan to be there at 3:30 as I would be the “last” patient of the day. This sounded ominous and she quickly hung the phone up. I arrived at 3:20 and waited until 5:00. When I finally saw him he just said he was really sorry as my MRI looked bad. I followed him to the x-ray thingy and looked at ... what? I don’t know. He said I had a tumor and he could tell by the discoloration it was not a good thing. He showed me another picture of a normal one. Looked like mine except black. I said, “Hey, that one looks kind of wrong … it’s all black”. He assured mine was the problem. He handed me a Kleenex and said he was sorry. I gave him back the Kleenex and explained as a coach of others for 25 years I would be happy to take him as a student as I could definitely improve his bedside manner. It just appears a biopsy should be in order. I left his office with not a patient in sight but employees quickly turning their backs on me. The only person that spoke was a physical therapist named Jim. He said, “ you are going the wrong way”. I left his office feeling very upset and not knowing really what to do … Cancer … who would have thought? I arrived home to my wonderful husband … the light of my life. He and I were in shock. We tried to do the normal things, but it just seemed unreal. I went into shock around 8:00 PM. Around 2:00 AM…. there was no sleep in sight for J or I. We just talked about our terrific life, read the Bible, and prayed together. I am not afraid. Thank you Jesus. <back