I will never forget the day we were told that my husband Alan had cancer. To say we were in a complete state of shock would be a gross understatement. Alan was 46 years old. He had a very rare and aggressive cancer. And intense chemotherapy needed to begin almost immediately. As the news began to sink in, my optimistic, glass is always half-full way of thinking husband turned to me and said, “Sweetie, no one is guaranteed a tomorrow… not me, not you, not a person with cancer. So let’s make the best of today.” He then took me to dinner and the movies. We had a wonderful night together. In fact, it is a night I will always remember and treasure.