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When I recited my wedding vows to Eli in 1995, I never expected to be his caregiver. At the time, Eli was seemingly at the peak of good health and in the middle of his nine-year career as a professional linebacker.

If your chair was cold, I knew you were two floors down in the NICU cradling your only child – the only one I’d be able to give you – making sure his IV and nutrition lines were also connected and beeping lively and skipping at the same beat as mine.

During her cancer journey, an author and her physicist friend traded insights.

There is magic in the realization that the best of humanity is lifting you up, praying for you, holding you close, reaching out and touching your life in whatever way they can.

How much better can I help people now that I have been through it myself?

You know that saying “when you are sick, the internet is not your friend”? Well, that’s a fact. I start looking up runny nose, and because I believe that the runny substance coming from my nose must be spinal fluid, I must have brain cancer.

When Gary found out that his daughter was a match to donate bone marrow to a 69-year-old man, he collapsed and cried on the streets of Santa Monica.