July 19th, 2004.... Sitting at a table with a friend and her two children when my phone rang. Its 9:30am, and my mother is telling me that my sister Cindy has cancer. She's fighting back tears and I am now desperately trying to do the same. I rushed us through breakfast and hurried home where my father was. I needed to be with him.
When I got home, there he was sitting on a kitchen chair as if the world just stopped. I felt the same way. We both were scared, a new kind of scared. The type where you have no idea how to feel, or how to react. It felt like the longest day of my life. I was supposed to go to class that day and somehow I mustered up the strength to do so. I wasn't really paying attention to a word that professor said and I eventually wound up leaving early.
This is how our story starts....
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