The sun was just peeking over the mountains Wednesday morning when Andrea and I arrived at the hospital. It was a cool morning with a calmness that belied the nerves I was feeling. Andrea was ready to move forward. With her quiet confidence and strength, we walked through the doors into what would be one of the longest days of my life. If you have never been the one waiting around to hear how a surgery has gone, let me tell you it is a nerve wracking experience. Lucky for me, my father-in-law arrived to keep me company just as Andrea rolled down the hall into the operating room. Four hours later the doctor came into our room to let us know that the surgery had gone as well as it could have. There were some good signs for us that day. For one, the lymph nodes were not the worst the doctor had ever seen. Cancer is hard, and when it has spread to the lymph nodes they are usually enlarged. Andrea's were small and soft, so if the ...