I called Jim Walton, the chairman of the CNN Newsgroup to give him an update. I was hysterical on the phone. I could hardly talk. I found myself weeping and saying over and again "I cannot live without this man. What am I going to do?"   Jim Walton is the epitomy of calm. He's famous for a certain look that is both warm and glacially private at the same time. I do not know him well at all but he has reached out to me. He wants to know what he can do. I am in such a state of despair, I don't know the answer.

The doctors at Emory told us the second line of treatment for Will's cancer would be a chemotherapy called Taxol or Taxotere which is used to treat at least five types of cancer, most commonly breast cancer. It's shown "some efficacy in head and neck cancers". Translation: It's a crap shoot but it's all we've got. Despite the death sentence Dr. F gave us, Will still had some statistics on his side. His odds of survivability if the Taxotere worked might be 20%.   We're down, but not out. We want to go home. Los Angeles. There is an oncologist at UCLA who is specializing in head and neck cancers. He at least, does not think Will is a lost cause.

But how to get us all there? A man dying of cancer, a Two week old baby. 75 year old mother in law and a 20 pound cat named Billy. I called Jim Walton back and asked if CNN could fly us home to Los Angeles. I would pay for the flight. I have no idea how much airfare is for three adults, an infant and a cat would cost. $12,000? $20,000?   I did not care. Will would not make it through Hartsfield International. Chloe's immune system is still too vulnerable.

Jim told me the plane would be ready whenever I wanted it. And no, I did not need to pay. Thank God.