My husband must have been a pirate in a previous life, because he all but *forced* me to take up sailing. To say I was a nervous student is an understatement. The terminology was all new, being in a slow moving boat seemed to serve no purpose, and my fears gripped me so tightly.

“It appears that the cancer cells may have already invaded the lymphatic system. We are referring you to the Cross Cancer Institute for a treatment plan. I’m very sorry.” The pathologist hung up the phone. My world stopped turning.