I had an epiphany. Last week in the wee hour of the morning, as I was traipsing in the dark to the bathroom to take my Tarceva pill, the glow of the power light of my cell phone on the vanity grabbed my attention.
Two years ago, Celia, now retired, had a cough that didn’t seem to go away. A lung x-ray at a routine physical showed a “milky way” image. After going through numerous tests, she eventually received the diagnosis: Stage 4 non-small cell lung cancer. Without treatment, the doctor told her she had only eight months to live. It was something she thought only happened to other people.