Where To Start?

I'm 41, married, with three kids. My wife and I have been married for fifteen years. Our children are 3, 6, and 9.

In January of 2005 my wife was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. This cancer is very aggressive, and rare, occurring in less than five percent of the women who get breast cancer. Her cancer has spread to her bones, lungs, and brain. Two weeks ago we found out that this cancer had spread to her central nervous system and that she has "days to weeks" to live. The doctors have nothing left to offer except to manage her pain to make what time she does have left as comfortable as possible.

That is the kind of news that can bring ones life to a screeching halt. Two weeks ago we were making the best of a bad situation. Now we are literally taking each day, one at a time, trying to decide what is the best path toward our impending doom.

I have to say that I really expected to be the one to go first. Not this soon, sometime way down the line. But it seems that that is not the plan.

Peace,
Marty