I was sitting in a meeting on April 27, 2007, day dreaming about the weekend and never imagining that one phone call would change it all. I went to my office after my meeting and had a voicemail from my dad, he said "Doctor thinks I have a brain tumor, don't stress over it, it's no big deal." Of course I flipped out and stressed. By May 3 he was in surgery. The tumor was dead center of his speech and removing it would mean that he would not be able to speak ever again. He had been a business owner for 30 years and not speaking was not an option for him. Despite my feelings about removing the tumor he was against it all the way. So they removed as much of it as the could. Who would have thought in the days to come a tumor the size of a pea would reek this much havoc. When the doctor came to the waiting room after the surgery to talk to me, I knew it was bad. I went home and started my research. By the time I met with his doctor again, I knew as much about this cancer as the doctor did. After chemo and rad treatments the doctor just said "Well there is nothing more we can do. We are keeping you on chemo to prolong your life." I was devastated. I thought that we had a few years to accept it and get all his affairs in order. Nope, he died 5 months later. That was the hardest thing I ever had to deal with.