The moment I woke up in recovery Tim was standing there, he was the first person I saw and I opened my eyes telling him, " it can't be cancer because cancer doesn't hurt." When, I saw him fall backwards into the wall it was then, I knew it did. The doctor came over picking up my wrist and started to talk to me while taking my pulse, asking me, if I knew who Mario Limeux was and I told him, " yeah, he's that famous football player." Regardless, of getting the sport right, we both knew he had cancer, and he told me, he believed I had the same. I got hysterical.

Then, this doctor did the biggest favor anyone could, although I didn't know it at the time, and wouldn't realize it until, years later but, he asked me, " do you have kids?" I said, " Yes," he wanted to know boys or girls, I said, " 2 boys" and he then, said, you know how long your boys are going to tolerate you?

I looked at him, and he said, " 15 minutes" and I thought he was the cruelest man ever, I hated him, I hated him mother, his dad, his sister, his brother, his cat or dog, or bird, I hated him...

Then, he handed me the phone and said, " mom, you call your sons and let them know you are alright."

I heard my sons voices, first my oldest who said frantically, " MOM, you alright MOM?" Brian, my baby, right behind him in his voice that was starting to change and I heard it cracking, "MOM, WE LOVE YOU."

My crying experience over cancer lasted 15 minutes.

I was on the phone chattering away about, how I got this famous football players disease and that I was going to be alright and not to worry, but, when I left to go home, I was in for the shock of my life, because I didn't know, no one knew what was building on the horizon.