A close friend was diagnosed with breast cancer today. As I listened to her sob over the phone, I wished I could be there to hold her hand, embrace her, and let her know that I understand what she’s going through. My heart aches for her and her family – as a wife and mother, this is an unimaginably difficult time. But her story is not mine to tell, so here’s my story: Am I going to die? Will my kids remember me? Does Tony know how much I love him? How long do I have left? Will I go peacefully?  Why me? Those were just some of the thoughts…