WHEN my husband, Ray, was diagnosed with lung cancer two years ago, it came as a total shock. We were still basking in the glow of our trip to northern Italy; images of the lush Piedmont countryside and Lake Como still fresh in our minds.
Ray’s voice had gotten hoarse during our travels but we were too busy exploring Florence to give it much thought. When we returned, he saw the doctor who ordered the X-ray that changed our lives forever.
Within less than two weeks, we went from from drinking wine and eating truffles to waiting for CT scan results and scheduling surgeries. To say we were unprepared for the challenges that followed is an understatement. But then again, I have never met anyone who was.