The answering machine finished recording Sara’s call as I walked in. The ambulance was rushing my wife, Rita’s mother to the hospital; it was 4:15 p.m. Monday, August 19, 2013.

Fighting cancer had been a two-year battle. The aggressive nature of this disease made the doctor’s words prophetic, “If we don’t get it all, we’ll be chasing it…”

Like a boxer, with each blow Betty kept getting back up. First,…