Dave Evans

And then on March 8th, you know, I took my wife Claudia to the local little walk-in clinic because she'd gotten her Christmas cold in New York in late December.

We often go to New York between Christmas and New Year's for fun.

And she always comes home with a Christmas cold.

But it held on and held on.

And it lasted through January.

And she was coughing all the time.

She said, honey, this is not okay.

So we went in to the clinic.

And the clinic said, oh, there's more going on here.

You need to go to the ER.

We went to the ER.

And then they pumped out a liter and a half of fluid from her lungs and said, we need to test this.

And so we're going to send it over to the lab to test.

And we're going to send it back to Stanford.

And so then a couple of weeks after the tests were all done, we got to go on March 8th to Stanford to hear the news.

And the news was that she had terminal cancer.

She was already metastasized four times, and she had six to 24 months to live.

Well, we knew things weren't good when they pumped all that junk out of her lungs, but we didn't know it was fatal.

And so jumping from you've got a really bad bronchitis to you're dying was quite a leap.

It hit us very hard, but it just hit us.