We are so relieved. Dr. Amy Chen says it's just in the gum. She's getting a cat-scan to see the entire area around the cancerous gum just to be sure.

Yeah, it's cancer, but she can cut it out.  I know. That sounds gross and insensitive. She told us Will would have to get a prosthetic. A fake gum essentially to replace the part she must surgically remove which is on his lower left side.   He'll have to go through rehab to learn to chew again. Will didn't like that. He's always been scared of…something. As if he's had a lifelong premonition of …I don't want to say. Do you ever feel that way? As if knowing that life will be short? You never want to say it out loud. People will think you're paranoid. I've always wondered if a passenger about to board a doomed flight hears a little voice telling him—don't go.

Dr Chen asked us what we planned to name the baby and told us about her two kids. One's name is "Maya". I like the name. Will does not.

But we end the day with a solution. Surgery. Prosthetic. Rehab. We can live with that.

Will's going to be a daddy.

We wait to get the catscan in cold, crowded, beige room down the hall.