A year ago today - on August 10, 2015 - we got one of those calls that no one wants to get. It was Andrea's doctor telling her that she had breast cancer. We had known for several days that we'd be getting a call, but we were hoping and praying that good news would come our way. Now, as much as we were hoping and praying for good news, we were also giving thought to how we would handle the worst case scenario. Let me be honest, we weren't prepared for the news that we received. While we were told that Andrea's tumor and lymph nodes tested positive for cancer, we were not given any additional details - and quite frankly, I don't know that we were in a position to understand anything beyond the realization that "Andrea has cancer". "This couldn't be; This happens to other people - not us; What do we do?" were just a few things that were running through our minds. "What next?; How quickly can we begin treatment?; Wait a minute, what type of breast cancer is it?" and on and on and on with the questions. And those questions came so quickly - within the first few minutes of finding out the news. Just after we got the call, Andrea and I went to a nearby park. We needed to get away - to a peaceful place. We sat on the grass on the side of a hill. Our heads were spinning as we talked (unknowingly) about "the fight" that we were about to endure. We told each other that "It's only breast cancer and millions have survived it". We told each other that we'd seek the best care, that we'd talk to the best doctors, go anywhere for treatment, and that we'd do this together. And tears came to our eyes as we talked about how we'd tell the kids, our family, and our friends. Although we had incredible determination it was a very difficult day at that park.[...]