So happy. I am six months pregnant and have never felt so peaceful in all my life. We're jokingly calling her   "Flavia"---because we can't agree on a name.

My cell phone rang this afternoon. I saw it was Will, but let it go to voice mail. The burgers had just arrived and I was starved. Now I'm avoiding the truth of what happened next because I'm still numb from the news. I want to be telling someone else's story.

When I got in the car, I checked the message. Will sounded so scared. "I just came from the oral surgeon. It's cancer." I can still hear the short breath he took in and then a sob. "It's cancer."  I kept saying over and over, it's going to be alright. We're going to be fine. I'm coming home. Have you ever felt yourself outside your body? I felt removed, but so scared. I can still feel my hands tighten on the leather steering wheel.  My head was going numb. My fingers wound around the wheel. I felt like it was about to break off. This can't happen. This will be fine. We just get over this. We're having a baby. He's going to be fine.

I pulled up the driveway and he ran towards me and I just hugged and held him on the back patio.

They say more than a million people share this exact moment every year. Half of them will die. He can't die. He's got to be a father. He can't die. This can't be such a big deal. I called Sanjay at work. He's a brain surgeon at Emory.   Our appointment with the head and neck surgeon isn't for another WEEK. Can't live without answers. Must push."

To my EP readers: How do you find courage in the face of bad news? How has dealing with a cancer diagnosis tested your love? What are solutions to finding strength?