October 14, 2008 9pm

My dad calls to tell me he has Stage 1B stomach cancer. I'm in total shock and don't really know what to do or say. I'm confident everything will be ok. I leave my fiancee's house in disbelief. I drive home and think of all the things that could happen both good and bad. I go home and stay up half the night researching the death rate, recurrence rate, treatments, surgeries and any thing else I can find out about the cancer. We're going to beat it, I tell myself.