At 4:50 pm, meeting with a client in my office, I received the call letting me know that, indeed, I had active, invasive breast cancer. I hung up the phone and completed the meeting w/ my client.

After he left, we shut down the office and the house and tried to let it sink in. It might never sink in. Scott sat with me for a long, long time. Then we talked to the kids, put them to bed, and called family and let them know.

My father had been battling lung cancer for a couple of years, and because of that the call to my mom was the hardest thing I’d ever have to do. “Mom, I have cancer, too.”

We decided we needed a plan, and the plan was simply to beat it. We’d read up and find out exactly what I needed to do – to eat, drink, breathe and live – in order to beat this. We’d surround ourselves with our many friends from different backgrounds and find out what they knew and how they could help. We’d research the diagnosis and the treatments, meet with doctors, and do whatever we could to beat it.