I was at the office last August when my wife called me, sobbing. “They found a mass on my ovary,” she said. “It’s come back. I have a recurrence.” My heart started pounding and my breath became shallow, but I remained outwardly calm on the phone to steady her. “Okay. We will deal with this just like we dealt with it the first time. You’re going to be okay.” My reassuring words to her belied the tidal wave of shock, fear, and grief that were engulfing me.
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